I won the poetry competition at school 3 years in a row :D
The topic was war, and everyone did sad crap like "Mummy died and now I'm sad...blah blah blah I'm not glad"

My Friend and The Mine

My friend where is he, his arm in a tree, his leg hanging off a roof,
My friend called Mike, his chest on a bike, his head flew off...strewth!
His guts on a car, his eyes flew afar, his kneecaps over the hill,
'I say Mike, are you allright?' but his voice lay still.

Needless to say I won, but then I got banned from reading it out. Bloody Commie Nazis.
(Gat Bandish I've got wood in my soul, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 15:50, Reply)