There is not enough life in the poetry forum;
Said Khadgar to the clique.
But a cliched deafaning silence was
the only thing he heard speak. ...weak.
Perhaps a funny poem shall accomplish
what he set out to do;
but if not, then the they day met him
shall be the day they rue.
But alas, the only responses that
Khadgar did recieve
were vain attemps to discern why
Khadgar had gone done leave.
They cried, "No, stay! We love you!"
In harsh grief-stricken moans.
But Khadgar continued speaking
in strange third person tones.
The moral of the story is
to contribute every day,
and do not simply idle
or Jeff will have his way.
In the words of Rachel, you all 'smell like '
cheesy feet'.
RAWRG! I see the views on this thingy!!! But I don't see the comments! You cannot be active if you don't comment, simple as that. I'm begining to think all the views were simply me refreshing...