One More...
Just for you Lindsay. Enjoy.
Ghosts - Requested by Lindsay
Words List:
ghosts
irrelevant
eleven
annual
brigade
*rhyming*
Sweeping scents, like ghosts that haunt,
Eleven different ways,
Irrelevant, they march into your senses
Like brigades,
You wish you could forget this pain,
An annual parade.
I realised afterwards that these words almost BEG for a Remembrance day poem, don't they? But I was never one to go in for the obvious, so unless you'd REALLY like one of those, you'll have to settle for this one. ;')
Ghosts - Requested by Lindsay
Words List:
ghosts
irrelevant
eleven
annual
brigade
*rhyming*
Sweeping scents, like ghosts that haunt,
Eleven different ways,
Irrelevant, they march into your senses
Like brigades,
You wish you could forget this pain,
An annual parade.
I realised afterwards that these words almost BEG for a Remembrance day poem, don't they? But I was never one to go in for the obvious, so unless you'd REALLY like one of those, you'll have to settle for this one. ;')