Saturday, March 10, 2007

Lady of the Wood
















Moss bedecked and shroom adorned,
she bade me enter her wooden glade.
No sooner had I than she moaned,
"I'm not the woman you think you've laid."

6 comments:

Steph said...

And you're also a poet!
Pity you're dead!

Jay King said...

Actually, it helps.

Steph said...

Really?

Jay King said...

Yes. Dead poets have a more complete viewpoint. Plus, they're less sensitive to criticism.

Anonymous said...

Be still my foolish gonads

tulipstyping said...

I cloned the "Lady of the Wood"