| Thoughts in poetry or prose,to carve your dreams and spill your woes,
Words that dance beneath your nose,To keep your mind upon it's toes.
A curse on you if you in haste,Would utilise the copy/paste,
We have a code of honour here,So we may publish free of fear.
A curse also upon your spam, And no, I don't mean tinned spiced ham,
So please just leave it at the door,That is not what this group is for.
Dead because we all know, We must meet death in our time,
Poets 'Cause we all enjoy our words, Especially when they rhyme,
Society is you and me, And that's how it's supposed to be.
So welcome -welcome!- come inside Our Dead Poet's Society.------------------------------------------
Written by: Nathan (hopeinchaos) of Australia. A living member of the Dead Poets Society.------------------------ |
