Post by Rala on Apr 4, 2002 17:59:17 GMT -5
ok guys, just a bit of fun here nothing too insightful! ahem.. I mean this poem has deep undertones and ah vibrose inflictions.... 
The bucket stopped briefly,
Swayed toward the table,
Then sloshed himself down
For a drink.
Rigid body
Poorly concealing
Tense moods,
Swirling within.
A crack in his disposition
Splits down his side,
Leaking pitiful sobs
Onto the polished floor.
Restrained movements;
Tiring limbs
Squeak out the news:
His mop had left him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rala ;D
The bucket stopped briefly,
Swayed toward the table,
Then sloshed himself down
For a drink.
Rigid body
Poorly concealing
Tense moods,
Swirling within.
A crack in his disposition
Splits down his side,
Leaking pitiful sobs
Onto the polished floor.
Restrained movements;
Tiring limbs
Squeak out the news:
His mop had left him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rala ;D