Thursday, January 27, 2005
A Poem
Rating: ★3.6
I fear i shall not see,
For my cataracts are blinding me.
I fear i shall not hear,
The water rolling down my cheek is a tear.
I fear i shall not smell,
For my nostrils will not tell.
I fear i shall not taste,
All that food is going to waste.
I fear i shall not feel,
For my nerves are on a par whith an eel's.
All this means,
Is that i will not concede,
And i cannot think,
So i will save the ink:
The cat sat on the mat.