incorporeal

sausage
dog
on your face
you are so mysterious
it scares me so
i like to eat melon

the imaginary being

 

^^^ forwarded this to the eisteddfod committee

:crowngrin:

 

Fucking fabulous

 

yee

 

no points to award with this one

 

When I said "yee" I meant that I like it. However I think that the last line of this poem should be "the imaginary being", unless you were already implying that it was.. When I read this I end it with your name, because that's the way it reads. It flows well

I could be wrong