Mon, 05/22/2017 - 12:32 -- Neftee

Jonathan wears red.

Jonathan was good.

He was smart and handsome.

Jonathan had bottle,

He called it a bottle of fun.

He drank it at night

He drank in the sun.

Jonathan wears red,

He wore his red

in his corvette that was red.

With his hat that was red.

His bottle was not red.

He drank it and said

"What a wonderful day"

His bottle it read

"Should not be consumed while operating motor vehicles."

The stop sign was red,

The red light was red.

They were how ever, never read.

Jonathan crashed.

Jonathan splattered the road with red.

Jonathan's red

Jonathan's Dead.

Good riddance.



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