I am not a poet. Though I may try sometimes, I am best expressed with
freeform words, and images. However, this does not mean that I can't
share some poetry with you anyway.

*mischevious grin*

TRUE STORY
by Shel Silverstein

This morning I jumped on my horse
And went out for a ride,
And some wild outlaws chased me
and they shot me in the side.
So I crawle into a wildcat's cave
To find a place to hide,
But some pirates found me sleeping there,
And soon they had me tied
To a pole and built a fire
under me--I almost cried
Till a mermaid came and cut me loose
And begged to be my bride,
So I said I'd come back Wednesday
But I must admit I lied.
Then I ran into a jungle swamp
But I forgot my guide
And I stepped into some quicksand,
And no matter how I tried
I couldn't get out, until I met
A water snake named Clyde,
Who pulled me to some cannibals
Who planned to have me fried.
But an eagle came and swooped me up
And through the air we flied,
But he dropped me in a boiling lake
A thousand miles wide.
And you'll never guess what I did then--
I DIED.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ero, in the year 378 AF.