Bath.
I bet you 5 dollars he'll kill you dead.
*murr*
A mood I've been in lately it seems.
*purr*
"Strange Fruit"
Ode to Tree
I think that I shall never see
A poem nifty as a tree.
A tree whose rugged trunk seems meant
To speed a happy cat's ascent;
A tree that laughs at dogs all day
And serves up baby birds for prey;
A tree whose limbs are in the sky
Where clandestinely I can spy;
Until it does upon me dawn
It is a mile down to the lawn.
A poem nifty as a tree.
A tree whose rugged trunk seems meant
To speed a happy cat's ascent;
A tree that laughs at dogs all day
And serves up baby birds for prey;
A tree whose limbs are in the sky
Where clandestinely I can spy;
Until it does upon me dawn
It is a mile down to the lawn.
