I've lost my hat at the michigan theater. I've lost every hat I've ever had. I am very sad. I think I may go cut myself. I heard that bloggers do that a lot. I will write a short poem about my lost hat.
I had a hat.
It was a gift.
A heavenly gift.
It was soft.
And oh so sweet--
Sweeter than pie, yes.
Yes, sweeter than pie.
Oh oh.
My poor hat.
It lies now
At the junction of seat and aisle.
In mordor;
Where shadows lie.
At least, that's where I think it is.
I could be wrong.
Alas--
My hat is dead.
And my heart cries tears of blood
For my hat.
Which is gone.
Fred
Posted by: You are a shitpie at December 31, 2003 01:49 AMI'm sorry, I got my text boxes mixed up. You see, I accidentally typed my name: Fred, where I should have typed my comment and vica versa. Sorry for this inconvenience, I will ammend my error at once.
You are a shitpie.
Posted by: Fred at December 31, 2003 01:52 AM