Monday, May 16, 2005
fucke, the poets society
in alphabetical order,chia chia, are you out of your pms sianz?
ke ke, are you kissing, fooling, or a studying dame?
lowlow, are you climbing walls in spain?
sim sim, are you gone to cambodia again?
ting ting, dont you have the best name?
yes its me again, im on a blogging streak.
ike you are lucky mr trump is making deals with you. lions dont work this way. for me, smoking is taboo. once mentioned, many ciggies light up in flames! i cant nag, nor can i have a kiss forever. ah, the thought of a lion's mane on fire scares me. so does that of lion blowing out fires, like the circusmen do. for arts' sake, i hope no one is offended by the imagery.
its may, i should bring you a poem about this funny month, in which rain and shine alternate from day to day, quite amazingly.
May
I cannot tell you how it was;
But this i know: it came to pass -
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young, ah pleasant May!
As yet the poppies were not born
Between the blades of tender corn;
The last eggs had not hatched as yet,
Nor anybird forgone its mate.
I cannot tell you what it was;
But this i know: it did but pass.
It passed away with sunny May,
With all sweet things it passed away,
And left me old, and cold, and grey.
C. Rossetti
hmm im dedicating this to the may baby. happy twentieth again. we shld keep wishing ouselves so that the happiness does not expire.
hmm what do you think has passed? oh im starting my poetry club right here, now! consider it, and post ur comments. i'll be posting mine in a few days time.
fuck at 12:45 AM