One of a series to be found at http://www.psychicbread.org
Here we enter the beleaguered mind of a poet and discover that far from being a 'genteel' pastime, poetry is a mad, stalking beast. Verses, words and whisperings won't leave this man alone; they're tapping at the window and banging upstairs' floor.
you came into my class at Old Hall Jnr School about 10 years ago,and i still remember this poem. You made such a lasting impression!
cunwin9 2 years ago
hi , you came to my school today and you came to whitehough with us on monday i wrote the poem about the freezing water
georgia3005 2 years ago
at least im not a hobo!
dale987123 2 years ago
wat a guy
george9630 2 years ago
hi mark u came to my school on monday
we were playing that metaphor game and i guessed gordon brown straight away lol
ps: thankyou for a great day
please come back sometime!!
dale987123 2 years ago
hiya mark u cam 2 my school today ! im the girl who wrote the poem about the tropical fish ! u rock lol !!!! i loved RAAAGE !!
JonasLollipop12 2 years ago
so weird!!!!!!! came my school, lol,, haha funny
lallyxpally 3 years ago
Pretty good. Mark, you are talented.
jkazzee 3 years ago
Yeah i got the first view the first comment and frst rating. :p
Alacatraz10 4 years ago