Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Big mouth

Jibber jib, jibber jib
Somebody had gift of glib
Unrestrained urge for sound
Tongue running round and round
'What the F...?' said the brain
'Shut up, shut up, (sigh!), not again'
Brainless thoughts spurned and burnt
Hmmm...Might we hope a lesson learnt(?).

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hey dn10, like this poem. and love friends bloggs. just haven't figured out how to do it. working on rss feeds or something? my little brother is trying patiently to teach me.