Nothing special here, only a random thought with included handwriting sample.
Being a writer is like being the ugliest girl at a swinger party; you can somewhat be part of the experience, but you'll have plenty of free time to spectate and thus recite the events later more accuratily than most.
I know there's a typo... writo? Spelling error. That's why I use spell checkers even when I'm writing using a text editor running in terminal (nano editor for the win!)
Also recite isn't the best verb to use here, but hey, at least it only proves that its original!
Shadowy meadows
Surround the valley
Skinny wee fellows
Pushing a trolley
The grasses are green
The sky is melancholic...
Lil' Jesus is coming to the town.
And he have brought some gifts for us!
But there was a wee bit
O' misunderstanding,
Because he bought the "Gift" in Germany..
Visszatértem! Dschorsaanjo's back! o moku e moku Kamala
mi nasa, la sina nasa, la mi mute li musi e kalama...
Today I wrote a poem.
You might not like it as a poem,
But at least poem rhymes with poem,
And it works well for a poem...
This post is in Hungarian! Please don't worry, I'd be writing it in English if it was about things that I activaly do in English. But this happened to be one of the very few exceptions that heavily language-dependent (at the moment at least)
Nemrég feltöltöttem a Szerettem őt új verzióját, valamint az eredeti "végleges" verziót. De mi vezetett ahhoz, hogy újra fel kelljen töltenem egy verset, pedig még a cím se változott?