I wanted to put this as my sigi but it was to long so, I'm
writeing it on my journal! whee Here it goes:

Dear Death,
I can't wait to vist,
your lovley old home.
Your black draped curtans,
your old painted gnombs.
Your mother is sweet,
like a fresh cup of tea,
the only thing missing,
is a sour lemon to squeeze.
I love you very much and I hate to offend,
but I thing it be best,
if you put on some pants.

Hate You Much,
J.J.J.

Hope you all liked it! X)