Bob the Scribe
02-25-2003, 06:03 AM
I recieved an email last night, can't remeber thename of the sender, but they wanted me to write a poem about a sunbather (Wierd person). So as I said I would write what you wanted, here is my little effort that I nocked up in my 10 minute morning tea break.
I was walking in the woods one day,
When out of the blue came a cry.
Through the trees I saw a clearing,
Where a still body I did spy,
I walked on through the forest,
My sword drawn by my side,
Keeping to the shadows,
In case I had to hide.
I crept upto the body,
It was as red as blood,
It’s clothes were strewn around it,
On the grass and in the mud.
A looked around the clearing,
It shimmered in the heat wave,
When up jumped the red body,
And screamed, leave me to Sun Bathe.
I said to the little sun bather,
I surely did hear a cry.
I know said the lonely bather,
I got sun lotion in my eye.
I was walking in the woods one day,
When out of the blue came a cry.
Through the trees I saw a clearing,
Where a still body I did spy,
I walked on through the forest,
My sword drawn by my side,
Keeping to the shadows,
In case I had to hide.
I crept upto the body,
It was as red as blood,
It’s clothes were strewn around it,
On the grass and in the mud.
A looked around the clearing,
It shimmered in the heat wave,
When up jumped the red body,
And screamed, leave me to Sun Bathe.
I said to the little sun bather,
I surely did hear a cry.
I know said the lonely bather,
I got sun lotion in my eye.