this is a real one from an old notebook i found in my shed.
The Fool
I must confess
I do digress
my indecision allows me to
for all at once
I am your dunce
Your joker
fool
head nuncle

So lifes cruel trick
I am but thick
Ill sit and watch
my boats sail by
there's nothing left
The maidens cry
And all at once
I stand stock still
The consequence is -
I am your dill!


God, how crap was that? So much for the gothic love story of the century. spew spew spew.

can you believe I used the word nuncle in a poem??? WANKER!!!!!
( sheraloonytunes, Mon 15 Aug 2005, 6:16, Reply)