Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Blues

The little sparrows play in the muddy puddle,
My stupid hair is in a bloody muddle,
The pages take too long to load,
Leaving me tired and bored,
For I find more joy than getting into bed with three,
In the art of penning shitty poetry.



Blogger Mottled mosaic said...

thee do go to bed with three...
say isn't it cramped ol' rooms of trichy?
Sorry if it sounds leetle bitchy :)
I'm just envious n reminiscy

What up? Long time no see!! Placed no?

September 30, 2008 at 12:15 AM  
Blogger muddman said...

why feeeling??.. cudn catch u at festember ... u had more imp ppl over i heard :)

September 30, 2008 at 3:15 AM  
Blogger mAdMan said...

Of I don't get to bed with three,
we live in single rooms you see,
Yes I am happy and placed,
Most of the time tripping and spaced (lol).

Waiting for the CAT massacre!
How's canada? Met any lumberjacks? :P


sorry pa, couldn't meet. Yes had very important matters to attend to, i bet you know what it feels like! :D

October 1, 2008 at 4:14 AM  

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