Not me, I hasten to add
A rather odd guy in the year below me at school (the sort who, after the massacre everyone would describe as "quiet") once penned and performed this poem in assembly, as a sort of rap.


My name's Mossy and I live in a tree
Would you like to go
shopping with me?

We could buy Domestos,
Something to eat.

Just give me ten pence,
Down on the street.



To this day I have no idea what the fuck he was on about.
( Shrub Rocketeer is a twisted emotional husk, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 16:45, Reply)