Sorry PGP, for the noise

Wheels roll on tarmac,
Sweat runs down a young boy's back,
Young hearts run free, laugh

Days of Wine and Noses

Sweet and scarlet juice
Trickles from a halved melon
Forms spots on the sand.

My Red Room

Beer cans and bottles
The soft breeze through the window
Makes them clink faintly.

Her Red Room

Beer cans all aligned
In a disorganised row
Like trophies, empty.

Fiona's Poem

Singing dancing laughing,
Milo and music.
What joy they bring,
Butterfly,
So high.
*grin*

-Fiona

Bird Nest Factory

Stop squeezing me
Or I'll spit
I really will

Pasta Mania

Spun a fork
Into a pile of noodles
Never looked back

An Observation!

Felines perch atop
Trees heavy with juicy fruits
Only to pounce on birds

Double O (Crass Version)

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah hey hey hey