Yay poetry!Here's one I wrote:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils
It's not finished yet. The next verse is about how I went past the daffodils, round the corner and found some people dogging, then joined in. I think I'll call it 'The Daffodils and Dogging'.
(I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils
It's not finished yet. The next verse is about how I went past the daffodils, round the corner and found some people dogging, then joined in. I think I'll call it 'The Daffodils and Dogging'.
Tangy bzzzzzzzzt,
Fri 5 Sep 2008, 1:21,
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"There once was a poet named WillWho tramped his way over a hill
And was speechless for hours
Over some stupid flowers
This was years before TV, but still."
badgods.com/limerickpoems.html
(And was speechless for hours
Over some stupid flowers
This was years before TV, but still."
badgods.com/limerickpoems.html
Rapitinui get in the cage and I'll give you a treat,
Fri 5 Sep 2008, 2:38,
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