Poetry may mean something, or it may not. Who cares? It's art.

This page will contain poetry from my friends. Names may be changed to protect the sanity of others.

The Beans of Ireland
By Fred

I hate when I have to do the push thing.
The button's stuck.
The button's stuck.
One rotation at two Ay Em.
Look closely.
Your mind may decieve you.
Hedgehog.
Cheese.
Telephone;