HomeCatMickey8
10-01-2005, 08:21 AM
I wrote this during math when I was supposed to be taking notes. Sure this isn't quite happening yet, but I'll give it two weeks before it does. So yeah hear it is.
The old sycamore,
Is finally setting,
His prisoners free,
To flutter, fly, and fall.
While the weary farmer,
Harvests his newly ripened
Accomplishments.
The young Bradford,
Is letting his few go,
To rest with the rest,
Of the worn out slaves.
While the tanned pig-skin,
Is thrown thirty-five yards,
To the end zone.
The marvelous oak,
Is preparing to die,
To withstand the cold,
Then resurrect in Spring.
While the cold people,
Watch in shock and awe,
From the window.
The old sycamore,
Is finally setting,
His prisoners free,
To flutter, fly, and fall.
While the weary farmer,
Harvests his newly ripened
Accomplishments.
The young Bradford,
Is letting his few go,
To rest with the rest,
Of the worn out slaves.
While the tanned pig-skin,
Is thrown thirty-five yards,
To the end zone.
The marvelous oak,
Is preparing to die,
To withstand the cold,
Then resurrect in Spring.
While the cold people,
Watch in shock and awe,
From the window.