*Chicken Tamers Chat Thread*

[Ducclelover10]

lol

x2

 

[Chicken Tamer]

hehe! Has anyone heard the band Journey? or Guns N Roses? Or Queen?

 

[Mr MKK FARMS]

hehe! Has anyone heard the band Journey? or Guns N Roses? Or Queen?

nope never

 

[Ducclelover10]

I like writing poetry.

 

[Chicken Tamer]

Hm, shall we change that? Haha, I shall post some music in a second

 

[Mr MKK FARMS]

Nice!!

 

[MrNappy]

Poetry is a sham
To escape what is true
Thou art a fool
If verily you knew (Unless you verily knew)
That not everything (everyone) is as oblivious
As timbuktu

(Doesn't make sense, just thought of it on the spot. We did poetry last semester, argh metaphors are hard)

...Stop hating...

 

[Mr MKK FARMS]

Hm, shall we change that? Haha, I shall post some music in a second

lol

 

[Chicken Tamer]

I lay by this tree,
My hair soaked from the rain.
I have nobody,
Only my hearts pain.


Ive spent years with him,
My husband you see.
He found a way into my heart,
Opened it with his key.


We would laugh and play
These silly old games.
One thing Ill never forget,
Is that old wooden cane.


(Refrain)


He had that cane,
For more then 10 years.
He had it before he loved me
And before all those tears.


I remember my first gift from him.
It was a old music box.
Now when I play it,
I think of his talks.


(Refrain)


Now I wake up every morning
With no one next to me.
My depression and sorrow
are all my heart has you see.


So now I sit by this tree
Not making a stir.
And now I will be with him,
for eternity, my sir.


(Refrain)

(I dont really like doing poems, but I had to write one for school, and this is it)

 

[Mr MKK FARMS]

I lay by this tree,
My hair soaked from the rain.
I have nobody,
Only my hearts pain.


Ive spent years with him,
My husband you see.
He found a way into my heart,
Opened it with his key.


We would laugh and play
These silly old games.
One thing Ill never forget,
Is that old wooden cane.


(Refrain)


He had that cane,
For more then 10 years.
He had it before he loved me
And before all those tears.


I remember my first gift from him.
It was a old music box.
Now when I play it,
I think of his talks.


(Refrain)


Now I wake up every morning
With no one next to me.
My depression and sorrow
are all my heart has you see.


So now I sit by this tree
Not making a stir.
And now I will be with him,
for eternity, my sir.


(Refrain)

(I dont really like doing poems, but I had to write one for school, and this is it)

Its good