28 May 2006
My poetic side - a short story

Nobody know's about my cares
Nobody, nobody know's about my cares
Nobody, cares about nose
Nobody, nobody cares about my nose
If the English language had any form or consistency, the term, lackadaisical, would have had something to do with the shortage of flowers.
Comments:
Elisson said...Now, that is Poetry.

Libby said...Ah what's in a name? Would not a nose by any name smell the sweets?

KeesKennis said...True poetry is not to be denied.

