Emma McLeech

at 03/21/08 12:40AM
Hey!
Yeah.
This is kind of a faux update. I’m not going to go into any amusing anecdotes this time or dwell upon the foibles of society.
But! I did have this idea for a round table kind of poem. I’ll post the first few verses, and any one who wants to can continue the story by adding on some more rhyming lines. M’kay?

Here it is:

Rapidly strolling along a beach,
Was seen the form of Emma McLeech.

Some tried to stop her along her way;
She waved them away and refused to stay.

“Tarry me not!” she cried aloud
Then, onward, through the crowd she ploughed.

“I must keep this appointment, yes!”
She muttered with evident distress.
What this could be was anyone’s guess.