I 'found' this while looking through old blog posts;
I'll tell you a tale of a man
he began to imagine he could put a little bit of his soul into these paper models, give them life
BAM! a curdle of new poetry is born
Hell, we go in hook, line and sinker for the bugger
a plan was made and the evolution of the Dead Good Poets had begun
Make your ears large and pointy (ideal for hearing red-hooded little girls)
Resolve to be nice to small children even if they stink of poo
Avoid eye contact
when I stand up at the next DGP meeting
assume I'm overdosing on mince pies and turkey sandwiches
1 comments:
A curdle of poetry - that's a good'un :-)
Just wondering what a Turkey sandwich OD would smell like. Probably a small child.
I think this perfectly sums up the last five years for the dgp :-)
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