Coldfeet the black sheep?The black sheep had cold feet. Hoofs would be more accurate - the sheep had a date A date with destiny, a date with desire; A date with a bonfire, A bonfire of ire in a quagmire. The sheep was irked; With the way the bonfire smirked. Like it had a tale to tell; Of all the bones it turned to gel, Which were sent straight to hell, Via a passage wrought with a strange and distasteful smell. This passage was not wide, Though it was electrified. The poor black sheep was afraid, petrified, Of this tunnel not wide, full of pride, and promptly died.Coldfeet the black sheep?
Greetings.
Rob.
--
Don't just do something, stand there!
Previous PageNext Page