The Dead Poets Society.
Let it be known that the Dead Poets Society is officially called the Poets Society on paper...but underground still has the Dead...YOU ALL SHOULD JOIN. Look for posters around school for info on it. WITNESS THE PURPLE COW...
And now...a poem...written by Gelett Burgess in 1898:
I've Never Seen A Purple Cow
*ahem*
I never saw a purple Cow,
I never hoped to see one;
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.
Awesome right?
And NOW...A poem written by ME!!!...it's called 'Ode To Scissors'
Ode To Scissors
Oh! My scissors
How hard and bright!
Thine smooth handles reflect such light.
Your crisp blade,
so long and precise,
the world is yours to ever slice!
So dice and snip to no end!
On your abilities, our lives depend!
eh?...eh? whadya think? I like it...NO STEALING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!RAWR!!!!
^_~
And now...a poem...written by Gelett Burgess in 1898:
I've Never Seen A Purple Cow
*ahem*
I never saw a purple Cow,
I never hoped to see one;
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.
Awesome right?
And NOW...A poem written by ME!!!...it's called 'Ode To Scissors'
Ode To Scissors
Oh! My scissors
How hard and bright!
Thine smooth handles reflect such light.
Your crisp blade,
so long and precise,
the world is yours to ever slice!
So dice and snip to no end!
On your abilities, our lives depend!
eh?...eh? whadya think? I like it...NO STEALING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!RAWR!!!!
^_~