Bollox poem from ye olde work note book. i.e no work done |
Hardwicke Pickled Soda Water
Tried some? Well you sure well oughta
Sticky as a honey pie
Yet sour. Why? I don't know why
A taste sensation for many a sprite
A gig in your mouth with a big fist fight
A...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 12:10:00 GMT |
In my old work notebook. RPAging |
The system's gone down again it seems
Some get upset where as my face beams
A chance to reflect on a long lost me
Lost in this rat race and for a large fee
My grey matter melting and losing all shape
...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 04:02:00 GMT |
Grand Poo |
Grand Poo
We came down to visita pal called Chrisfor a bit of a jauntand to taketh the pisswe all set up campon his olive green bogand took turns to excreteour very own logthe stench I'm sure lingersl...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 20:24:00 GMT |
The Invitation - a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer |
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 19:28:00 GMT |
