On writing and wirds Misspellings and slurs A contrived poem is like a woman in love she wants more than she deserves and never gets enough But seems satisfied with love if she has heart. there is two types of women one cold and one hot. one gets love the love inside the other does not. Guess which one ewe aer to me today The one that loves the one that has the one that satisfies herself with me. The ewe that feeds my love with kiss and want she is the one eye want yes ewe it is ewe so hot for me mye want. Mye dear roe deer she is ewe.