this is my poem about big chris..... It was a very cloudy day when this muppet landed. With a face i imagine, needs industrial sanded. Talks more **** than a back street crack whore. Chop is f^%^ing mits of with an old blunt handsaw. Heed like a car crash and body like beach whale. Bet he sits writing threads, stroking his dads tale. I have kept my poem friendly and mild. Considering the muppet that i speak of, is an incest love child! that will be all! may the mods not delete all my hard work!
