Rachel's poem:

ESME WANTS TO GO TO ALBANY
she is a bit of a baldy
and she's going mouldy (in an american accent)
and she looks at rachel COLDLY (in a texan DRAWL)
and life.
what is it?
i must put on my mit
tens
and life is shit.
just shit.
it's just the pits
i'm in a ditch
thinking my life is shit
singing at a high pitch
having a vaginal itch
thinking sarah's a bitch
and a skirt she hitch
es
THE LES
esme the gay!
REPEAT

poem no. 2 by rachel knight

the cliff was high and so was i
the grass was green,
oh! what a lovely scene!
the sea was cold and icy blue
and the cattle on the fields went

MOOOOOO

poem no. 3 by rachel knight (she's on a roll)

the free interpretation round.

ARASTATATAY!!!! (in a spanish cow accent. cow as in cow and chicken? yeah. i know. tell me about it.)

you know me!
you know me!
this is gay.

poem no. 4 by esme nicholson

bitch.
with a stitch.

poem no. 5 by rachel knight

why is the sky blue?
its because it has a blue hue
and do u really think you poo in a loo?
BUT YOU DON'T!
it goes into the sea.

the fish,
they die.
they'll never say hi
to you
boo hoo.

poem no. 6 by esme nicholson

hee hee
*grasps face*

poem no. 7 by rachel knight
(ps: she really is reeling them off. like spontaneously.)

why is the world round?
i'm trying to find
no.
the hound.
that howls into the night
fighting, fighting, always fighting.
the wind
biting, biting, always biting.

QUICK INTERRUPTION for a poem by duncan forbes:

genitals in a vase
of blood

seriously that's it.

quoted from the beatles (i don't actually think it's quite funny but rachel thinks its the deepest thing she's ever heard)

the pornographic priest looks up the girl's skirt
i am the walrus
i am the egg man
koo koo ker choo

that's it.
we're off to supper.
i'll update in a bit.

er bye?