The Unkempt
Her face was blanched, her eyes aglow; the sky was gauzy, rent
With lightning bursts that laid her low, and left her sprawling, spent
Her manner so 'Ophelia'--tragic, pallid, mad
She clutched at a lobelia as if it were her dad
'Twas then the little slyboots started a new fad
She stood at ease, her lips a-twitch; the watching crowd fell still
Her sweating brow, cooled by the breeze; with fear her heart did fill
But never would she show it - - maintaining outward calm
Fear beginning to beat so hard her fragile frame
Began to disintegrate (we feared she would be lame)
| Contributors: | F, TG, Beefy, Big Andy, Sweet Mystery. |
| Poem finished: | 7th January 2004 by Beefy. |