ode to brooke
 

Ode to brooke

Oh brooke, my sweet little brooke
It is ye I long to be with in a nook.
Your supple body whence me betook
For a ****, you, I never mistook.
Nainsook thou shalt not partook
For ye are my brooke, my sweet little brooke.

Chapbook, chapstick, checkbook, and chinook
You, darling, are so different than a wordbook.
For you are brooke, my sweet little brooke
Passbook the pothook and we will precook.

Do you get what im saying my beautiful brooke?
You are the girl circled in my yearbook,
The girl with whom I wish to kettle and cook,
The girl whos beauty should be a stylebook,
The girl whos bra I wish to unhook.
Oh my brooke, my sweet little brooke.

feel free to post any poetry of your own that your wrote for thos girls you dream of

i wrote this for my baby mamma



Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby

I hear Brenda's got a baby
But, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community
Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a
junky
Went in death to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came they got first dibs
Now Brenda's belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the
bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what to throw away and
what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear the cries
She didn't realize
How much the the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby's in the trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, the social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothing left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell
It's paying the rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby

Baby

(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)

Though I will never compare to Brooke, I hope you remember the feelings you had when you wrote this.

Ashlynn Brooke?

God this naiklin guy is the biggest weiner on the forum. I picture thick bifocals, suspenders, and acne covered face

You a fine bitch named Brit
Im a big nig with a big dick
Eat you out like a picnic
&empty my clip into yo clit


Floetry from the heart btw Pretty sure I won this

fixt.

e-bitches :cool:

I know a guy whose cousin is Brooke Skye.