Wednesday, April 4, 2012

grass P.O

The grass







The grass sways as it sings as it sings a litte song.
The grass cringes as rugby boots pierced them.
The grass is as crowded as a bar when the soccers on,
All the grass can shout is "Move over."
The grass screams as the lawn mower chops thier heads off.
The grass slowly grows back and I think you know what happens next.









1 comment:

simply the best said...

awesome grass story from e.m