Samantha's Sinister Hockey Tour
My hermitage, lodged safely on the crag
What Trees Mean To Me
Is where I can discreetly dress in drag
A secret only told to one in three?
A tree is mostly made of wood
Why Is Not Clear
Barkroot leafsap
i am psycotic
banished by blunkett to my hermitage
Wild phoebies ate my maple
But wear no syrup
Save twine's
Chained safely to the crag, the feral Stace
Rammed turnip
Up her nose again...
(I clocked her from my hermitage)
Contributors: | E Greejius, Stacy, Billy-Joe, Beefy, fester, Stacy Alexander, melinda, Grayman, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 27th January 2003. |