NOW That's What I Call Poems
The old apple revels in its authority.
He hated that he loved what she hated about hate.
It didn't take long for Gary to detect the robbers were amateurs.
Behind the window was a reflection that only instilled fear.
The bread dough reminded her of Santa Clause’s belly.
He found his art never progressed when he literally used his sweat and tears.
He excelled at firing people nicely.