Original geschrieben von Karsten
*buntefarbenseh*
...und der Suwi hat echt prima Kekse...
*gennirvanaschweb*
Gib ma´ einer ´ne Sonnenbrille.
Danke.
Escape From Glastiz
A special poem written for the Glastonbury festival...
The smell of old Petually from raggle taggle tents,
The sizzle of wet denim on the hot electric fence,
The triple stell sections the moats as deep as wide,
The distant camp of mortar across the other side,
The warnings and the beatings the trudge across the mire,
THe shatter of machine guns the daunting razor wire,
And the silent in the watch towers the grim determine guard,
His swivel glaring spot light to make intrusion hard,
And legend had it one year they caught a poor gowy fella,
Who parchuted over by using an umbrella,
They took away his space cakes and several cans of Stella,
They marched him back to main stage to finish watching Wella,
Sorry Arabella.
http://members.tripod.com/~junge/poems/poems.html