did this poem in Yr 8, i think its amusing as i ties into the whole wierd-feeling moment of my last blog…
Today i experienced
the wierdest feelings,
I felt like a potato
in a pile of its peelings.
This feeling is making
my knee’s turn weak,
It makes me feel like
your left bum cheek.
This feeling is
giving me inspiration,
But draining away
my motivation.
I’m feeling the feeling
freak me out,
I’m finding this feeling
makes me shout.
There is something
queer about this feeling,
something like droping
the cards when you’re dealing.
Am I scared?
Am I sad?
Could this feeling,
mean something bad?
This feeling took me by suprise,
it shook the pupils in my eyes.
I’ll sleep of this feeling for a nother day, but in just one day, it’ll all be ok.
……yer the poem kinda sucks now that i read it….
luv anushka xoxo

haha was that that time you had that weird dream? hahaha I love it!