The way my week is going, I would have just given up and went to bed with the pillowcase over my head.
After crying a little
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).
Just place an entire pillow over your face. Covers your eyes and the lack of air keeps you from getting up.
Then the pillow case opened its big mouth and shouted out “Hufflepuff!”
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.
Well, that’s one down, time to see what tomorrow brings, eh?
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!
Wow that guy I originally replied to got out of the negative votes. I almost feel like this thread contributed to that, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. (It was a pretty dumb comment.)
There, I put him back into the negative for you as a thanks for the stupid poetry content.
Well now I just feel like a jerk.
I don’t think it’s mandatory.
It should be, that would prevent many of the world’s problems.
Death, taxes, and black t-shirts
“Tshirts are black”
Butch from Pulp Fiction would disagree.
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?
Could be worse. You could have died while trying to put on a sweater.
Amazing that I can’t tell if this is a Disco Elysium reference or not.
lol no, it isn’t. It’s a reference to Don’t you blame anyone by Julio Cortazar.
At least the pillowcase was dry.
This is much funnier if you imagine instead of this Mike Mitchell guy, it’s Mel Brooks.
