Jul 2010
Blue days, above and below,
brown scrub, I cannot go.
Splash down, under the sea,
dry off, under the tree.
Shade me, stretched out on the grass,
save me, from my fat ****.
brown scrub, I cannot go.
Splash down, under the sea,
dry off, under the tree.
Shade me, stretched out on the grass,
save me, from my fat ****.
Mark Boucher (South African wicket 'keeper, part-time legend) tweeted this... "Write a poem! http://twitpic.com/24w5o6"
So I did. And DaveBardBird sent me here.
I do as I'm told (sometimes).
So I did. And DaveBardBird sent me here.
I do as I'm told (sometimes).
