The Shower. A poem by Stonesand.
I am protected by a thin plastic curtain
Where I may hide from things uncertain
Warm running hope washes Night’s fears
And I may scrub behind my ear.
A Shower Poem
May 10th, 2007 11:02 am
Conan the VIII
May 10th, 2007 11:26 am
Okay… I would highly suggest you stick with your BS degree, because this Liberal Art thing is not your forté.
There once was poet named Stonesand,
who thought he could ryhm with his hand,
Until in the commets there came,
a rude Conan with disdain,
And the poet was given a harsh reprimand.
BA degrees, FTW!
May 10th, 2007 11:34 am
There once was a boy named Conan,
Who couldn’t spell to save his homeland.
He gave a good fight,
Couldn’t get it right,
And earned himself a website perma-ban. 