Icelandic poem 2 In the voice of Bjork
Thurr urr sam folks
Oo com hat nite
Hango at thurr own liesure
Thay tike the sheets At either ent
Han toss me at thurr pleasure.
Thurr whispers soon
Becom mah drims
That fill mah head wiv nonsence
Thay blow tha fuses
In mah plugs
Han read my correspondence.
Litil buggars!
That's wat thay urr
Thay mike mah sleep horrendous
Thurr silly gayms
Dat leef me wet
Han feelin not tremendous.
Tommy Carroll
Fri 7th Aug 2009 10:29
lol....sweat Cynthia...
ta Steve