Wednesday, May 17, 2006 @ 11:24 PM


I long to fondle the netball.
To toss it around and watch it spin.
I bemoan for the fact that I can barely score,
But when I do, I savour the moment.
Watching it fall through the hoop,
As I saltate in jubilance.

Departure
.::Epee::.

A short poem I made up while thinking of ideas for the Art competition on Friday, with much help from Thesaurus.com! I'm going to write it on the drawing... I'm amazed. 'saltate in jubilance'. *Pens it down* Two big words for ya'll to learn! Wow....