The Frenchman watches
My faction from a distance
Soon things will erupt
Skittles ate my pants
I feel a very strong draft
Nope, no underwear.
The power of one
Far greater than the many
You cannot stop me.
I felt like dancing
I began to dance naked
Now I'm committed.
And no, this isn't the return of my hideous mutlicolored posts, this is just to enhance the art of poetry.
Message Edited by ZipperQueen on 03-30-200611:14 PM
Our wings have been clipped.
Were outnumbered and outgunned.
Reach for the button.