Classic poem of the day
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her father took another mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted child, at her own will
Went wandering over dale and hill,
In thoughtless freedom bold.
And she had made a pipe of straw,
And music from that pipe could draw
Like sounds of winds and floods;
Had built a bower upon the green,
As if she from her birth had been
An infant of the woods.
Beneath her father's roof, alone
Sh......
Member poem of the day
The following fictitious poetic vignette attempts a feeble tale of one ordinary day in life of anonymous miscreant.
"I don't give a damn
about my bad reputation."
I haint never done nobody no harm,
nor did any animals
(code word for other gang members)
get injured or killed
in the making of a video
(our lingo for done deal).
A decoy police officer
(one named Sergeant Smart)
pretended to be a drug dealer.
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