(July 30, 2014 at 7:25 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: A poem I wrote this morning:
'I'm going to have my eggs boiled.
I'd've have oatmeal, but the milk was spoiled.'
Exaunt to thunderous applause
Boru
A wily young vampire named Mabel
Had periods that were quite stable.
So one night in her tomb
She sat down with a spoon
And drank herself under the table.
Not as good ad Deirdre's, but I'm no poet.
Dying to live, living to die.