Boring poems that bread writes #1

[zofya]

@gay-rat said in Boring poems that bread writes #1:

AUTMN

I read this as autism 😭💀 but the poem was good

[Your Local Ghostface Simp]

♡~Zofya~♡ NO ME TOO-

[A Former User]

♡~Zofya~♡ STOP CUZ I THOUGHT THAT TOO

[tea.and.crumpets]

I love it when leaves have a human disorder.

[your_just_a_pun_to_put_it_politely]

♡~Zofya~♡ STOP I DID TOO

[A Former User]

@Your_Local_Sun_Or_Milo ALL THREE OF US ARE DUMBASSESs

[your_just_a_pun_to_put_it_politely]

@Poptart_Yeeter HELPP

[tea.and.crumpets]

Oh you also might want to fix that spelling mistake in the poem.
Autmn -> Autumn.

[your_just_a_pun_to_put_it_politely]

 Pfft-

[jun]

 It’s called personification which is a topic found almost everywhere in literature. It’s called education.

[tea.and.crumpets]

@jun I was commentating how Zofya misread “Autumn” as “Autism”.
I think I couldn’t have made it more clear, besides actually replying to the message. Probably should’ve done that to clear up unnecessary confusion. (Even though there shouldn’t have been any if people utilize common sense correctly).
And as for your lecture, I know what personification means, thank you very much.
I’m not a 6 year old that just started elementary.

[A Former User]

 i forgot that u still had that pfp:sob;

[tea.and.crumpets]

@Poptart_Yeeter Probably because I wasn’t online at all yesterday. Had too much going on so I couldn’t get on. I have a life.

[A Former User]

 said in Boring poems that bread writes #1:

I have a life.

Really? I don’t /j

[oopstheregoesmyex]

@Poptart_Yeeter did you not JUST say before in your own words that you were not gonna be online for over a day a week for school and learning n shit?

[your_just_a_pun_to_put_it_politely]

This post is deleted!

[tea.and.crumpets]

“We know you don’t, lil bro”
You were too slow to delete that.

[A Former User]

@gay-rat yes but this one is permanent so at least imma be here once a week

[oopstheregoesmyex]

@Poptart_Yeeter oki.

[oopstheregoesmyex]

@gay-rat most of you all aren’t even here for the poem