Here's a little poem I made up while,strangely,eating my breakfast.
Quote:
Life is like a dream without any plot,
Death is like a song without any beat,
Love is like a square without any sides
Hate is like a hole that always echoes.
It may sound a bit deep,as my former teacher told me.
If I remember rightly,this was the conversation we had about the poem.
Sean(My former teacher):Bit deep isn't it?Me:Whatcha mean,deep?
Sean:Like,you know,deeeeeeeep.*Makes weird hand movements*Me:Ahhh,I see what you mean,deeeeeeep.*Copies weird hand movements*
He's such an eejit,but the best teacher,EVER!
I know his birthday as well as what age he is.He's 50,48-49 when he was teaching me,and his birthday is on the 1st of October.Betcha 50 euro he will be my mentor when I'm older.*Takes out 50 euro note*.