She backed away quite slowly
Then ran upstairs to hide
She hid under the covers;
Hugged her pillow and cried
The spirit stood with hands on hips
And copped an attitude
He vowed to not do that again
The living are way too rude
Well...it seems that this poem should end right here. I'll be tossing this up on the sidebar too. And....if you haven't noticed....I put up a picture index for those that just want to see the pics (link on the sidebar).
Posted by BlueWolf on July 26, 2003 08:36 PM