I ain’t letting some pillowcase get the better of me. Time to get the damn scissors.
Looks like you’re a sleeveless T-shirt now, you piece of shit.
The way my week is going, I would have just given up and went to bed with the pillowcase over my head.
That could be petty comfy
I have to sleep with my eyes covered and my go-to thing to cover them with is a folded up pillowcase. I get the extra long ones so I can just one on like a blindfold.
I like putting a T-shirt on over my eyes (as if you were putting it on, but half way through just lifted it up while leaving the neckline between my eyes and the tip of my nose).
After crying a little
Then the pillow case opened its big mouth and shouted out “Hufflepuff!”
Well, that’s one down, time to see what tomorrow brings, eh?
A pair of scissors for a knife and it could be pants.
I fail to see how a pillowcase could be pants. A sleeveless shirt, or some shorts? Sure. But pants?
This is much funnier if you imagine instead of this Mike Mitchell guy, it’s Mel Brooks.
Tshirts are black.
Pillowcases are white.
Even if he was colourblind, it should be distinguishable.
Roses are red
Violets are Cupid
Pillowcases are tshirts
Poetry is stupid
I would like to subscribe to more stupid poetry comments please
There once was a man from Nantucket
His poems were so bad they could suck it
Moar! Moar!
I don’t think it’s mandatory.
It should be, that would prevent many of the world’s problems.
