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.

7 comments:

A and A said...

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

Anonymous said...

poetic blues??

Anonymous said...

U suck at poetry do u know that?

Anonymous said...

interesting brand of poetry

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

Why cant the voices roam??

Anonymous said...

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