Poems from Bovineocw
I am on the prowl now,
a hunter in the night,
I am moving swiftly,
a soldier of the flight.
I am not unsettled,
when I meet a full grown...
The Warden keeps me in my place.
I know he is mad by his face.
His hands are strong,
and make days long,
the Warden has no fear.
The...
Shyness is a tricky thing,
it's pleasant not to show your bling,
but how does one stay afloat
when they think they have no such thing.
...
They are problematic,
those nifty little ones
they shuffle and they shiffle,
minding no such funs.
They are proglomatic,
those clever...
“What is numbness?”
The successful hard-working business man inquires.
“Tell me what sadness is.”
Requests the grade-driven student.
“...