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I don't see what the point of having this is.. I rarely ost in here and have nothing of any importance to write. Ah what the hell, i'll post a poem I entered for some GCSE coursework.
East End Excursion.
Late at night,
11 o' clock.
Moon is full,
ghostly white.
Carriage pulls up,
opens the door.
Out steps a lady,
a drunken whore.
Driver leads her,
to her fate.
She giggles loudly,
"Good evening, Sir."
She wears silk,
a ruffled gown.
Patched up badly,
hem falling down.
Hard I hit her,
over the head.
She's quickly dead.
I am the R I P P E R...
Hope you enjoyed.
East End Excursion.
Late at night,
11 o' clock.
Moon is full,
ghostly white.
Carriage pulls up,
opens the door.
Out steps a lady,
a drunken whore.
Driver leads her,
to her fate.
She giggles loudly,
"Good evening, Sir."
She wears silk,
a ruffled gown.
Patched up badly,
hem falling down.
Hard I hit her,
over the head.
She's quickly dead.
I am the R I P P E R...
Hope you enjoyed.