In my middle year at uni
As one of my options
I chose Chaucer'a Canterbury Tales
Promptly bought my copy of the book
And a few days later
Went for my first lecture
And was happy to see
That most of the other students
Had the same copy as me
As we sat there, awaiting the tutor
A very very short, black bearded man
Entered the lecture room
He looked like
He had just stepped out
Of a set, for Lord Of The Rings
I thought this was interesting
Until he spoke
Then i was a little afraid
I thought *******
The man's possessed
As his words were in a strange archaic tongue
I considered
Making a dash to the main office
For assistance
As there was a raven-haired
Gibbering madman on the loose
Speaking what i could only assume
Were demonic profanities at us
But then he broke into English
And after a few moments
Reality
Slapped me in the face
After he asked us
Had we read all the details
of the course
That we were to be studying Chaucer's
Canterbury Tales
In Middle English
Oh crap!!!!!!!!

by Jemia

Funny to think
That i have
Half the abilities
Of an Octopus
I have four limbs
Although i can't swim
Or emit ink
Unless it's from a pen!
And don't move my limbs
In the same way
As an Octopus would
Unless i'm inebriated
Or aroused
Or trying to be theatrical!
Just realised
That i don't really
Have much in common
With an Octopus
After all! :)

by Jemia

A Twilight Of Silhouettes

Nature
Silhouetted
Under a darkening
Scarlet sky
Trees
Perched upon a lonesome hill
Their branches
Like dark skeletal fingers
Reaching upwards
Into a ****** coloured sky
As the golden setting sun
Now streaked
With a violet dappled red
The trees
Now barely visible
Await the moonlight
To awaken
Their silhouetted existence
As a darkening rebirth
Beckons

by Jemia

Bouncing upon
Pillowed blue-grey clouds
That hang in the midst
Of an Azure sky
The gleeful shrieks
Of the sky fairies
Are muffled
By the whistling wind
Which in turn
Sets aeolian harps
To play
Creating a both surreal
And strange
Ethereal sound
And as the fairies bounce
They poke holes in the clouds
Which then leak
Onto the now
Moistening earth below
As each fairy
Holds tight
Attaching themselves
To these dewy droplets
Drifting downwards
There fall
Broken by the awaiting
Cherry blossom
And emerald green leaves
Until the wind
Scoops them up
Returning them to the sky
In which they reside

by Jemia

The Pavilion Clock

There will be much
Passing of time
As the clock views
From above
Upon its emerald throne
A myriad
Of Gentle folk
Floating around
On the green lawn below
Bowled over
By its new inhabitants
That will bring forth
A tapestry of multiple colours
And creativity
And perhaps
For a moment
Time will stand still
In wonder
As new fresh life
Is breathed into her again
As her hands stop
To applaud the enchantment below
As time will bear witness
To the fresh rebirth
Of its own existence
As it becomes the centre point
Of the new venue
For Art In The Park
At this
The clock face
Will yet, smile again

by Jemia

Art In The Park

The Art In The Park
What a wonderful lark
A wonderful lark indeed

They'll be art, and fun
For everyone
To sow this wonderful seed

This seed will start growing
As smiles are overflowing
As the sun shines high above

The future looks bright
To behold this beautiful sight
From Art In The Park, with love!

by Jemia

Setting so serene
Crafts, clear creative cobwebs
Relaxing rummages

Idyllic setting
Perfect inspiration blooms
Time to write, create

Art in the park, life
Refresh old skills, start anew
Time to now blossom

by Jemia

The timeless time thief
Infinite, and eternal
Magical moments

Ethereal clock
Tentatively tick-tocking
Hastening ageing

In time, seconds count
Every hour, of every day
Forgotten, timeless

by Jemia

The small Porcupine
That sometimes told 'porky pies'
About pork pies, such lies

by Jemia

And as i dream
My dreams away
Whilst residing
Within the land of Fae

I often wonder
What lit this inner fire
Of far off fantasies
The wild world conspires

And then i venture
Into another dream
Where nothing truly exists
Or seems to be, what it seems

As i wretch open
Until my heart bleeds
Venturing into an insanity
Of life's brutally bitter seeds

But now
My mellowed self
Now hangs upon
A shallowed empty shelf

As i dream my dreams
Of yesteryear
Whilst i pretend
There's nothing left to fear

by Jemia

Blue moons true, are rare
Lending to volcanic times
Under dusty skies

Ekes bad luck through glass
Maiden's growth, wisdom, knowledge
Over women's life's

Once in a blue moon
Now simply, two moons, one month
Seemingly less rare

by Jemia

Buttercup Yellow
Undulating flower fields
The golden sun flows

They are poisonous
Eat butter, not buttercups
Reflections on chin

Coins gold purse miser
Upsets Fae folk, who poke purse
Pours out Buttercups

by Jemia

Snowdrops herald Spring
New birth, and new beginnings
Offers fresh clear hope

Wild, and wonderful
Drops of flowering soft snow
Rumour like, 'White Queens'

Once 'Naked Maidens'
Perhaps their white purity
Snow deflowered

by Jemia

Robins are Puckish
Eternally red-breasted
Delivering hope

Bury the dead with leaves
Red-breasted Robins in myth
Estranged hero, folk-lore

Are positive sign
Symbolises renewal
Thoughts of lost love, lurks

by Jemia

Dragonfly folklore
Real devils darning needles
All children beware

Good luck sign,elsewhere
Or omen of tragedy
No eyes sewn shut though

Forgive all the myths
Lovely fairy dragonflies
Your present pleasant

by Jemia

Black as a mourning
Leaves, a soft lush, velvet hue
Aftermath of teardrops

Changes await now
Knowledge, forsaken, overdue
Reminiscent dusk

Overcome, the black rose
Sensitive, And soft as dew
Evening twilight song

by Jemia

Be blue butterfly
Upon a gentle zephyr
Tickle the breezes

Take heed butterfly
Else your frail beautiful wings
Race away to soon

Fly low, in the sun
Lest your butterfly wings burn
Your beauty scorched

by Jemia

I was phoned today
And told
That my application
For an extractor fan
Was to be put on hold
The caller was very apologetic
I reassured him
That i realised
That it would of been
An unlikely thing
As i was three floors up
Where even bees did not sting
And that much scaffolding
Would of been needed
A cost to much
To be conceded
He sounded pleased
And surprised
At my positive response
And that my understanding of the reality
Was there to Ensconce
I also said
Not to worry
Ive never been
Or seen
To be a fan of tractors
Thus not an
Ex tractor fan!

by Jemia

Summer breezes kiss my parched lips
As cooling soft zephyrs
Caress my browning flesh
Luxuriating on an isolated beach
The soft sand cools my toes
As melting ice cream
Leaves little blobs that cool my nose
And giggles and laughter
As we run from the ebbing and flowing azure ocean
Whilst beach ***** bob, and escape with the wind
The chase is on!
Kites duck, dive, and crash
Whilst the warming sun, still smiling
Watches all, with it's hat still on! .

by Jemia

Last night
I dreamt of love
Pure, and unadulterated
And beautifully romantic
As the flow of electricity
Coursed through our hearts
Sending sparks of delight
As we kissed passionately
In the soft twilight
Of this other world
Although i awoke
Alone
I felt warmed by this embrace
On my visit
To this dream world
Of my desires
And this entwinement
Of two beating hearts

by Jemia

The truth
One day
Decided
To venture
Into the mind
Of a passing cat
And gave it a voice
It's owner
Picked up the cat
To stroke it
The cat spoke
And asked her owner
To pick her up more gently
And asked her to imagine
How would she of felt
If she had been picked up
In a similar fashion?
The owner, taking fright
Immediately ran from her house
Screaming
For she thought
She had gone mad
So now the truth
Had a problem
And realised
That despite it's good intentions
That although the cat
Had spoken a truth
It wasn't that truth
That had caused the problem
The cat owner
Loved her cat deeply
And didn't, or couldn't
Envisage the cat
Speaking to her
She would not of minded
In the least bit
To be told to be more gentle
As she would never of deliberately
Hurt her beloved cat
In any way
That was a truth
She would of readily accepted.
She screamed
As she thought she had gone
Mad
And within that madness
Was also a hidden guilt
And realisation
That she had
Unintentionally
Harmed her beloved cat
The truth itself
Was mortified
At the damage it had done
And now wished
It had conveyed the truth
In another
More subtle way
And one thing it didn't want
Was to cause harm
But realised that it
The truth
Sometimes hurts
And that it would of been better
To let things lie

by Jemia

As i lie
On the periphery
Of surrealism
Sleep beckons me
My eyelids
Like hoods
Grow heavy
As i metaphorically
Buckle myself up
Ready
For my next journey
Into unknown worlds
Falling into portholes
Floating into empty space
As my brain
Short circuits
Into another dimension
And sparks into
Another version
Of another me
Although most of my travels
Are nightmarish
Tis a funny thing
That ive kissed
About six women
In six years
Whilst in dreamworld
But only one
In that same time
In real life
I wonder id we dream
When we die?

by Jemia

in a poem tonight, i said that i had a problem pronouncing the word antidisestablishmentarianism, and that it was ironic as i knew the word, and how to pronounce it Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch the irony! 😂 i got looked at proper! oh the foibles, and quirks, of you humans! oops! okay, time to come out of my closet, i am an alien! 😂 i come from a planet, where peace comes easily, and so do i....😅 **

by Jemia

first, let me make it clear
Before i commence my word forage
There were no bears in this
Nor any porridge!

After i dilated
For about the 500th time
Fairly routinely
Twas never sublime

I entered the bathroom
For my usual shower
To water my petals
Like a flower

When i stepped into the shower
Ouch! it was to hot
I added cold water
Then it was to cold
After further adjustments
It was just right
Well
I was a little bare!

by Jemia

on behalf of equal rights for nights, i would like to put the case forward that the days of the week, should be split in half aka divided into nights ie, monday+monnight, tuesday+tuesnight. i do realise, that in the process, i am excluding dawn, and twilight, which could be included at a later date, and for now could be represented simply as a + ie mon+, but this could cause some confusion, as it would be unclear as to whether it was mondawn, or montwilight, also, depending on what time of year it is, night will obviously be longer than day, and vis versa,and dawn, and twilight, are both generally dramatically shorter, but surely deserve equal recognition? a simple solution, is to exclude all definition of day night dawn twilight, and thus have the week defined as mon tues wed thurs fri sat sun, apart from anything else, involves a lot less typing. now what about months, do we have lunar months of 28 days? and thus 13 months per year, or............me go now, having a bad hair afternoon/evening, mid morning, elevenses etc etc

by Jemia

When i was younger
I was told
I was one eighth
Scottish
Ive spent
Over fifty years
Trying to discover
The whereabouts
Of this Scottish part of me
And not knowing
Whether, or not
It may of been removed
When i had my
Gender reassignment surgery
Tossed a few cabers
Enjoyed some haggis
Worn a few kilts
(Don't like whisky)
Taken a few, high, and low roads
Semi resillient to cold weather
Hair is red (copper dyed)
And love unicorns
Can't remember which clan
But it was a dark green tartan
And lastly
Possess a certificate
That declared
That i was
A Scottish Laird!
(ps: I'm now a Lady of the Lakes! got a certificate for that too!)

by Jemia

Now that me
And Myfanwy
Are born again virgins
I was thinking
Of career choices
Perhaps as a nun
Do they have pronouns
Or pronuns?
But i wondered perhaps
I should reconsider
As likely to lead
To bad habits
So decided
I'm having nun of it
Is a female shaman
A shawoman?
But that sounds similar
To a char woman
And i'm not much use
At housework
Although i do love
A nice cup of char
Tea anyone?

by Jemia

Tomorrow
I shall time travel
Into the future
For about six months
But i wont be alone
As everyone around me
Will join me
In this temporary twilight zone
I hope i remember
To wear different socks
As we all add one hour
To our various clocks
This Summertime
The living, is unlikely to be easy
Tick tock

by Jemia

Last night, i dreamt
That i found
A three dimensional
Jigsaw puzzle
Of myself
When i tried to pick it up
It started to fall apart
Toes, fingers
Arms, legs
Hands, and feet
Finally
There was just my head
It looked to fragile to touch
And was concerned
That i may lose my mind
And my whole life
Would fall apart
And when i attempted to pick up
The smaller pieces
They fell like quicksand
Through my hands
I eventually tried
To lift up my head
But that too
Fell completely apart
As my thoughts began to dissipate
Into the ether
And felt
I would lose my mind
Only my heart remained intact
But at least
That had previously been patched together
Although
It still felt broken

by Jemia

A fading daffodil
With a hung-dog look
Like the pages
Of a dog-eared book
Dear beautiful daffodil
I still love you
You may age, and die
But your essence,
And presence
Will lie
Within my heart
Forever

by Jemia

I did the ***, drugs, and rock and roll thing
But it didn't actually, teach me anything
Back then, there was no internet to investigate
No books in libraries, about my kind of state
So i adopted, the then hippie style fashion
To avoid any kind, of trans bashing
It allowed me, to grow my hair long
So i was more in tune, with my kind of song
With an afghan coat, and cheesecloth shirt
Petula oil, hippy beads, but never a skirt
At the age of fifteen, i left my home
After fourteen schools, i was destined to roam
So off i ventured, into the big wide world
Waiting to see, how my life would be unfurled
After much wandering, and travelling around
Aged 27, i momentarily landed, on a different ground
I got married, then within a year, divorced
My life was still veering, way of course
Yet within five years, to subdue my fears
I met my second wife, together for 23 years
Yet still i had a secret, which i kept at bay
That i knew i was a woman, in almost every way
I knew things were ending, and life felt weird
When my wife, got me to cut my hair, and to grow a beard
I understood why, she just wanted to man me up
As i supped in the misery, like a dying buttercup
Me, and my daughter, then moved down here
Much stress was happening, i couldn't allay my fears
After two years, my daughter to her mother went back
Then returned two years later, in time for my heart attack
During those four years in total, much had occurred
Finding my mother dead, made redundant, it became absurd
I'd already seen my GP, to talk about my gender
And had gone to London several times, to put in my tender
But because of my heart, my GRS was put on hold
And thought back then, it was unlikely i'd achieve my goal
Yet 22 months, and two heart surgeries later
I was as ready, as a toothless alligator
On the 30th May 2019, i had my gender reassignment surgery
I cannot lie, it was painful, screamingly at first, no purgery
I told friends, it was done in Wimbledon, as i had some doubt
That i'd return as a Womble, or a tennis player with gout?
But all had gone as expected, and i recovered well
My butterfly wings had grown, as i flew out of my secret hell
Never imagining, that just three years on
Telling people a brief history of my life, what could possibly go wrong?
I have many friends, that are lgbtq+, without debate
But many of my friends are also straight
All my change, was thanks to the NHS
I had told them my truths, without any redress
So my message to anyone, whatever their age
Don't rush into this, do it stage by stage
Whatever you do, be you bold, or shy
You will gain you wings and be a beautiful butterfly
Find a good GP, that is helpful, and kind
That doesn't treat you, like you're out of your mind
That the whole process, from beginning to end
Is worth it, as you become your own best friend

by Jemia

I wonder if butterflies
Are so inebriated
By their pollen consumption
That they can never fly
In a straight line
I also wonder
What sort of poetry
They'd write
Or would they be
To drunk
To hold a quill?
Although
None of this
Seems to interfere
With their mating habits

by Jemia

Trying to imagine
As i lie in my bed
Of hearing bombs exploding
Or them landing on my head

And the fear
That courses deep inside
You've got nowhere to go
And nowhere to hide

You're running out
Of food, and water
But your biggest fear
Is for your son, or daughter

You're feeling overwhelmed
And underfed
And wondering if
You'll get a bullet in the head

Yet only four weeks ago
None of this was real
You were doing your everyday things
And eating your everyday meal

But now
You have fallen through a crack into hell
Where will it end
No-one can tell

You pinch yourself
As you hope it's a dream
But it isn't the pain
That makes you scream

You just want it all to end
Right now, right this minute
And wish for peace, and normality
To become something that's infinite

FIN?

by Jemia

It has been said
That if you truly
Love someone
You will help them
Open up their wings
And set them free
(As long as they
Pay their share
Of the rent
Whilst on their
Sojourn!)
And to think
I wasted
All that money
On a cage!

by Jemia

I see a giraffe, wearing a tie
Also a hat, with a monocled eye
And clocks all around it, at various times
Mostly ten to five, for reasons sublime

It hang on a wall, by a small table
As i quaffed more cider, of which i was able
As music echoed around the bar
As i awaited my chariot, to take me afar

I noticed the walls, were a lush dark bluish green
A stage by the door, on which one day, i may be seen
And curiously quirky lights, hanging from the walls
As i awaited my carriage, with its klaxon calls

So i sit here still waiting, with my third half cider
And think of a spider, that wriggled inside her
As other curiosities of quirkiness, enter my head
As my imagination wanders, so easily fed

Yet food for thought, does not fill the belly
My head is not entertained, by watching the telly
Home spun yarns meanwhile, and fairy lore
Teases, and tantalises, like never before

by Jemia

Glancing across the ocean blue
The greyish skies, of a lavender hue
In the distant horizon, far, far away
Lay the invisible, magical, land of Fae

And yesterday, the day after, the day before
I travelled in time, to a land of folkish lore
I stood upon a crested wave, with my hat upon my head
Guided by mermaids, i was shortly mis-led

Soon, and silently, before my own eyes
I found myself floating, above the stray skies
Landing on land, of a different ilk
I found myself drinking, a golden goblet of dragons milk

Before i knew it, i had grown some wings
I pirouetted high, dancing in circles, and other such things
Hovered above trees, and gurgling brooks
Witnessing things, i'd only ever seen in books

And dreamed my dreams, of yesterday
As i finally departed, this lovely land of Fae
Returned to my seat, overlooking the sea
Forever beguiled, by this strange land of mystery

by Jemia

today has been an upside down sort of day. i'd planned to go to the gym twice this week, as i missed last week, and i was umming and ahhing, but finally got a taxi there. got there and Tim at the gym said i was due my review, all done on the treadmill at 3 different speeds at 2 mins on each to measure my heart rate, and ask me how difficult i found it on ap scale from 6 (easy easy) - 17 (call me a doctor "you're a doctor!" aka Help!) original scores were 6-11-17! todays 6-6-6! a devilishly good result! but no horns appearing just yet.....i then hopped (crawled) onto my winged chariot (number 26 bus) and returned to my faraway realm (hastings) went on a wander to ye olde town, and bravely wandered into a dragons lair (tea room/bar/eatery) twas then that i espied a message from the gods (text from my daughter) yaye verily a disaster had occurred, a tsunami had nearly swept her and her prince away when they had ventured to cleanse their hempen wear (got their washing out from the washing machine!) basically the ****** thing is up the creek. i spent an hour googling 'cures' trying them out, and receiving timely reminders of my frozen shoulder, as i had to  contort myself into various positions (my time studying the Kama Sutra finally serving a purpose!) with no happy result, but such was the intimacy with my washing machine, we've decided we should marry in the morn! looking for a wet weekend somewhere nice, my head is in a spin, unlike the ****** washing machine aka fiancee!🙂🦋🦄💕

by Jemia

A cting
N ervous
G athering
S torm
T hreatens

by Jemia
(rehearsals tomorrow! hope there's no dramas!)

I can sense
The Earth
Groaning
In pain
Eyes now closed
At the blood now shed
Upon her ****** soil
She now quakes
In fear
Of what's to come
As her tears
Flood
While she breathes out
Hurricanes of despair
"These were meant to be
The intelligent ones"
"Yet
I have given life
To these monsters!"
And like Frankenstein
The monsters
Have turned on the giver of life

by Jemia

In the not so distant future
I shall reappear on stage
There will be no words
Read, or spoken by me
Neither a poet, or actress
Shall i be
Yet i shall be the only focus
Yet still, and unmoving
Barely blinking
I shall breathe
And mayhaps think
And look upon my audience
And wonder
At the creativity
That i may never see
As i lie
Upon my makeshift throne
Of destiny
Where my only desire
Will be to inspire
As i leave behind
Any ghosts of vanity
I will simply be
Me
Ive already
Bared my heart
And my soul
The triad of possibilities
Will soon become a whole

by Jemia

Cool sunshine, over an icy disguise
As a pastel blue, fills cloudless skies
But soon a wind, brought about a change
As a quiet landscape, turned to strange

A lone idling tree, hung naked upon a hill
As its emerald life, shuddered in the chill
The deep rustic hues, now fading colours
Silver-grey skies, with sickening pallors

Slowly awakening, after the sun set
As the skies turned dark, with the night now met
A gradual opening, of bloodshot eyes
Windows to a soul, that slowly dies

Red hot tears, streaked down her face
Her children had been, her only disgrace
Their Obsidian hearts, hard, and cold
The reason why, she would never grow old

From the time, that she first gave birth
Was the first nail in the coffin, of mother Earth
Humanity had poisoned, the three main trinities
Of the earth, the skies, and the seas, for infinity

by Jemia

Beneath the full, blood red moon
Grew Duir, the mighty ancient oak
By it's side, stood the vivacious Oestre
Both silhouetted, with the gathering fairy folk

Within the oak, upon its fine boughs
Perched Athena, Minerva, and Hieronymous
Three wise old owls, slowly blinking
Now no longer anonymous

In the distance, across an undulating countryside
Were Reynard the fox, And Muezza the cat
Screeching, and hissing, ready to fight
Under the glowing, moonlit night

Upon hearing the tu-whits, and tu-whoos
Distorted echoes, of estranged owlsong
Distracted, hungry eyes, now focused on the feast
Of the hare, upon the hill, ready to be seized

Oestre the hare, unaware
Spoke to the mighty oak
"Duir, tonight, i sense mischief, and magic"
The oak knew, of what she spoke

Whilst Duir cast an invisible wall
An unseen force-field, for their safe-keeping
Informing the hare, and three owls
"This protection will last, until the moon is sleeping"

Reynard the fox, now lost in the undergrowth
Having outwitted himself, with his own cunning
Muezza the cat, was distracted by the land of Fae
Danced with the fairies, until the break of day

The stars above, winked, but said nothing
As they gradually dimmed, then faded away
Whilst spiders wove their dewy cobwebs
Oestre vanished, into the early morning mists of day

by Jemia

He had noisy eyes
And a loud smile
With a face
That would haunt me
For quite a while

Whilst clenched in rage
His fingers, and thumbs
And hair
As bare
As a land of bombs

His heart
was not beating
And his soul
Fallen, out of his rear
Into a poo-tin

by Jemia

I cry inside
Whenever anyone
In all innocence
Refers to me
As the gender
In which
I once did reside
My heart breaks
As another part
Of who i am
Dies inside
And the after echo
Of these moments
Tears away at my soul
As i fall
Down another black hole
I have no choice
I do not have the means
To change
My face, or voice
I have the mind
And the brain
And the heart
And body
Of a woman
I am now
Completely me
Free from most of the shackles
That once binded me
So i am lucky
That my essence
And soul
Are now free
And i can at last be
Truly me

by Jemia

On average
I delete a minimum
Of about 50 emails per day
350 per week
About 1,500 per month
18,000 per year
And approximately
200,OOO per decade
So i was thinking
If about 4 billion people
Around the world
Averaged about the same
200,000 times 4 billion
Unwanted emails
Floating around
Like lost ghosts
Wandering around hyperspace
Clogging up
A non existent void
Words, and numbers
Along with brackets, commas, and full stops
Lies, and truths
All thrown in together
A hodge podge
Now all equal
As rejects of humanity
Discarded
Tears flowing, along with other words
Numbers unite, and subtract
And interact
Then divide
There then follows an algebraic ****
There is much multiplication
The letter O, falls in love with zero
And circles join in
For this narcissistic
Menage et trois
Nothing is the outcome
And nothing happens....

by Jemia

The Universe is expanding
Into where
I cannot imagine
Some kind of blank space?
No-one seems to know
I imagine
The Universe
Will one day
Will pop!
Like a balloon
In which case
Will it shrivel up
Or blow out
Into a new
Unimaginable infinity?

By Jemia

March, seems to be
For marching
March is now mar-red
March has an arch
For those that marched
That now lay dead
And in the arch of March
Lies an arc
That blazes
Into the night sky
The fire from rockets
Soaring high
Landing on those
About to die
March was once known
For Ides, and boxing hares
Seems it can be a violent month
March is losing its charm
For those that really care

by Jemia

Just had
A not poodle
*** noodle
I tried
To draw
Then doodle
The not poodle
*** noodle
But it made me
Withdrawn
So i ate it

by Jemia

When digging a hole
For yourself
Make sure
You don't fall in
As it may turn out
To be a wormhole
And all that there is
At the end of those
Is usually a can of worms
As we know
What happens
When you open that up
It's like cold spaghetti

by Jemia

who are the who's who?
only they seem to know who they are
or who they were
that's if they exist in the first place
but according to my imaginary folk lore
they were a renegade group
that were formed from another species
called the what whats
yet again, no-one really knew
who or what
the what whats were
some suspected they were related to
the thingymajigs
but most experts in the field
believed they were all related to the
***'s
and we can all relate to that
and no, i haven't smoked anything pleasant!

by Jemia