Wes's Poetry Corner Thursday, December 28, 2000
I sit alone, staring foreward
The bean dip has gone away
A resounding snore comes from behind me
Like Z's gone astray
The people, they all laugh at me
"You are crazy," they proclaim
"Nay, good sirs," I say to them
I am merely lame
So I close tonight with a final lesson
One concerning my favourite theme
Clean your rooms, don't be messin'
Cause one day the Grinch will come for YOU!!!
-Wes