Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Bah-Bah black sheep

I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold
I did not love my shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child, I did not love my home.
I did love that voice, I wished afar they could roam.

8 comments:

WishfulThinker said...

So we're into verse now are we? ;)

hutumthumo said...

ba eto verse-a-tile maal. darun.

Anonymous said...

poetic blues??

anon-x said...

U suck at poetry do u know that?

james said...

interesting brand of poetry

hermione said...

ahem ahem!! from corny sex to lyrical verses.. metamorphism/transfiguration??

Anonymous said...

Why cant the voices roam??

first timer said...

verses are good, is this original or second hand material??