Yeah, you can write one for me too, Neverending. I never got mine either. :p

Oh man- Marley's really been a slacker!

That was a pretty weak poem NE, not to be a critic or anything but you didn't even make it ryhme.:(

mylquetowst -

here - a monkey haiku for you:

milktoast is dead now
leave him rotting in his grave
let this nonsense end


:D

Ah, I cannot believe my eyes,
Seems Marley has been exorcised
"Tis sad for we shall no more see
His brand of morbid poetry,
His wit stoked by our grisly wrath
He gave us each an epitaph
We shouldn't grieve, I'm sure he laughs
As he feels up Sylvia Plath.

Marley's dead. Well, I suppose maybe some of those poem battles we had proved too much. I knew that each time he was beat, it killed him a little inside...:p;)