Mike Posted July 11, 2002 Posted July 11, 2002 I woke up one morning and started writing in bed, lol. This is the result, even though I'm still working on it. Eleven twenty eight, The hour of that dark and cruel fate. My plate hit the floor. Shattered! It's a plate no more. I sit there in lust, Some fragments no bigger than dust. What to do, what to do? Thinking! Alas, the wonderful stickiness of glue! -End Poem_ :angel: I don't know what I was thinking, lol. Must have been out of a dream. That poor plate though...:bawl:
Shinkoru Posted July 13, 2002 Posted July 13, 2002 Its cute :) I like it:) u should write more to it thou :D
Phantom Posted July 13, 2002 Posted July 13, 2002 simple, and blunt... funny.. the wit shines through... man.. ima disect this sob if its ok wif u? two stanzas.. the AABCB rhyme which is carried throughout is very nice indeed...thus keepig it mechanical and smooth, however my friend...why the uneasy and long B^1 line? .. it just..well doesnt fit... pleasnt and yes KUTE! lol... keep up the witty high jinks.
The Harlequin Posted July 13, 2002 Posted July 13, 2002 [font=gothic][color=crimson]All I can say is that, while I in no way have anything against any lifestyle choice you may make, I still think you like plates too much. But hell, some people just swing that way. And chaotic amorals do have more fun...[/font][/color]
Mike Posted July 13, 2002 Author Posted July 13, 2002 :D Why it's a plate I have no clue...:p I'm not gay, =P. I also don't have a peticular liking to plates either. So...bah. You are one strange fellow.
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