Fuck me, it's quiet. No bleets from Bloots in months. Has he finally given up and embraced the bleet world?

Roses are red Violets are blue They are called bleets As any fool knoo

Having an existential crisis. There can be no bleet without bloot 🙄.

Farewell and adieu, to you, Johnny Blooter, Farewell and adieu, you bleeter of Wales, For we have received orders to sail for old England, We hope in a short time to see your bleets fail.

Bleet it back.

Bleet me tender Bleet me sweet Never let me go You have made my life complete And I bleet you so

I bleet, therefore I am.

When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Fairy comes to me Speaking words of wisdom Let it bleet

There was a young* man from South Wales Whose bleets were incredible fails, His pushing of "bloots" Was pretty much moot Since such widespread blocking prevailed. * artistic licence

To bleet or not to bleet, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them.

We shall fight them on the bleetches We shall never surrender!

That's one small bleet for a man, a giant step for mankind.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a bleet.