Thistle Wargul Poems
|1.||We'Re Moving On||11/11/2007|
|4.||I Hate You||11/11/2007|
|8.||Autumn Leaf Fall||11/11/2007|
|11.||There's No Point Crying Now Baby! *||1/9/2008|
|12.||Loner In The Crowd||1/18/2008|
|13.||If We Don'T Stop Now!||11/11/2007|
|17.||Last One Standing*||3/29/2008|
|18.||Web Of Lies||3/29/2008|
|19.||The Blood Of Life||3/29/2008|
|22.||The Last Tear||4/26/2008|
|23.||Catch Me If You Can*||5/10/2008|
|26.||Stand And Fight*||7/20/2008|
|29.||Not Her Story Territory||9/1/2008|
|30.||The Future Rubbish||9/1/2008|
|36.||Bleed No More*||12/4/2008|
|39.||Waltzing The World Away||10/26/2008|
|40.||I Feel You||10/30/2008|
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A Boy Named Jack
Once upon a time there was a boy called Jack,
Who loved playing with his friends and having a good yak.
One day in the woods he met a big bear
Which gave him a bigger scare.
He turned around and ran away,
Shouting “I don’t want to play! ”
He kept on running until he was home,
Discovering his Mum on the phone.
She was talking to his teacher at school;
My Burks, Jack’s Mum thought was cool.
Apparently Jack had been skipping class
After cutting himself on a piece of glass.
Unfortunately for the boy listening in,
Mr Burks never believed ...
Angry daggers, fall from the sky.
To the sun, we say goodbye.
From all creatures, waves of fear spread as pain.
The ground is covered in angry rain.
The stormy clouds never sleep,
Moving on and frightening sheep.
Bright blue skies are turned to black,
The darkened air fit to crack.