NOW That's What I Call Poems
He is no James Bond; his name is Roger Moore.
He found rain fascinating yet unpleasant.
He hated that he loved what she hated about hate.
I want to buy a onesie… but know it won’t suit me.
Blue sounded too cold at the time and yet it seemed to work for gin.
After exploring the abandoned building, he started to believe in ghosts.
The clouds formed beautiful animals in the sky that eventually created a tornado to wreak havoc.
It's difficult to understand the lengths he'd go to remain short.
It's difficult to understand the lengths he'd go to remain short.
Siri became confused when we reused to follow her directions.