Heartland

Oh well Tim
You didn't win
Despite the din
your toothy grin
and mother's gin

You always fail
To raise your game
You get all lame
And start to flail
As evening comes
And skies grow dim

Good night, Tim.

113 posts? what's the matter with you?

randdebiel² wrote:113 posts? what's the matter with you?

I just like me too much.

toothy grin

wanker maybe. tennis what's the point