if you wanna continue reading,
just make sure you're not in hanbells,
if you are,
then don't read.


DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.
plus the author of the poem wishes to be unknown,
therefore,
anoynomous.




tsk now, read on, read on,









oh, handbells, handbells,
so gold so nice,
so grand, you stand,
not worth a price.

but handbells, your ringer,
the one they call "leader"
i abhor her and the terror,
that she'd cause us in future.

oh handbells, handbells,
think about the horrors,
all i can say is,
i have stupid seniors.

so handbells hold your clapper,
for she's not worthy to say,
"i'm the leader,
of handbells, today."


-anoynomous






see,
if you're still reading this,
then was it a nice poem?

:D


doesn't really mean anything though,
just something someone wrote,
the only thing i could find about handbells,
hah.




today,
tiring,
fun,
nostalgic,
pizzahut.