Becky lost her head one day
on failure to yield the right of way,
it landed in a mini-van back,
in little Forest Bruster’s lap.

Young Forest,
poor boy,
was so alone,
hid it from his parents
and took it home.

Now he and Becky’s head do chat
and laugh and make merry at
her new collection of ladies hats.

Meanwhile,
Becky’s body is behind the wheel,
a sightless driver the tires squeal,
as it searches for its missing head
that now sleeps by Forest, in his bed.

By Glenn Woods

OK. That was cool. A Little creepy, which is good cause creppy is cool, but it was really good.

. . . . . . freeeeeacky. . . . but as Alexandrea-of-the-darkness said is cool. You should post more like those *brrrrr chills*

haha that was pretty interesting actually, you know it is always good to read an ‘action’ poem rather them ‘this is what i feel’ poem for a change. Works nicely.

great poem i found it interesting to read and rather amusing aswell

Mm. It was very interesting. Intrigue pulled me into the poem, but it's a powerful poem, emotional words. Losing one's head. Mm. Very good. I'd like to see another piece if that's okay.

OMG I don't know if this is the right emotion to have, but I found this soo soo funny. My stomach feels all giggly. hehe