Shakeepuddn Posted November 24, 2008 Report Share Posted November 24, 2008 Whatever my name, it matters not, I am who I am, I live and I rot. I have no love but love is my name. Giving is living, forgiveness my game, I don’t like drugs, but I will do pot, Loving is good, clinging is not. For a gentle embrace I live and I die, Caress me too much and blood is nigh. Put me in bowl and show me on high, All will cheer, and many cry. Women adore me; men restore me. I illicit a sigh . . . now what am I? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted November 24, 2008 Report Share Posted November 24, 2008 Whatever my name, it matters not, I am who I am, I live and I rot. I have no love but love is my name. Giving is living, forgiveness my game, I don’t like drugs, but I will do pot, Loving is good, clinging is not. For a gentle embrace I live and I die, Caress me too much and blood is nigh. Put me in bowl and show me on high, All will cheer, and many cry. Women adore me; men restore me. I illicit a sigh . . . now what am I? a plant or flower. I'm going to go with a Rose, given all the emotion and thorns can bring the blood. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Prof. Templeton Posted November 24, 2008 Report Share Posted November 24, 2008 Would a Rose by any other name smell as sweet? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted November 24, 2008 Report Share Posted November 24, 2008 unless that other name is "compost"Would a Rose by any other name smell as sweet? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Shakeepuddn Posted November 25, 2008 Author Report Share Posted November 25, 2008 Well done gentlemen. Compost it is! LOL! I know these are a bit skate . . . I make them up for my ten year old ESL students (minus the "pot" like references of course : ) and stick 'em on here for anyone's amusement. Cheers Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Whatever my name, it matters not,
I am who I am, I live and I rot.
I have no love but love is my name.
Giving is living, forgiveness my game,
I don’t like drugs, but I will do pot,
Loving is good, clinging is not.
For a gentle embrace I live and I die,
Caress me too much and blood is nigh.
Put me in bowl and show me on high,
All will cheer, and many cry.
Women adore me; men restore me.
I illicit a sigh . . . now what am I?
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