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Array ( [sid] => 1031 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => When I disappeared [time] => 2002-07-24 06:16:39 [hometext] => A repost [bodytext] => A funny thing happened to me today,
I started washing myself away.
First my fingers then my palms
Then my wrist and then my arms.

Strange as it seems the water ran clear,
As I slowly watched myself disappear.
I looked in the mirror, nothing in view,
how long this would last, I hadnt a clue.

I didnt shout, I didnt scream,
although it was a frightening scene,
I began to have this evil thought
of what I could do and not get caught.

I went up the highschool, To classroom A1
To visit the teacher who sneers at my son,
I carefully unzipped his trousers right down,
It was his turn today to look like a clown.

As he reached to the blackboard his trousers did slip,
right over his waist and down from his hip.
Straight to the floor all the kids were amazed,
as he stood in his pants all embarassed and dazed.

With a smile and a wave, I hurried on out,
as the kids began laughing and starting to shout
I suddenly felt dizzy, all shaky and queer
as in horror I watched my hand reappear.

To be caught in the nude was something I feared,
but I managed to get home before I reappeared.
Will it happen again?, its all too weird
but I`ll never forget when I disappeared
[comments] => 5 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 7 [informant] => chatabox [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )

When I disappeared

Contributed by chatabox on Wednesday, 24th July 2002 @ 06:16:39 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

A funny thing happened to me today,
I started washing myself away.
First my fingers then my palms
Then my wrist and then my arms.

Strange as it seems the water ran clear,
As I slowly watched myself disappear.
I looked in the mirror, nothing in view,
how long this would last, I hadnt a clue.

I didnt shout, I didnt scream,
although it was a frightening scene,
I began to have this evil thought
of what I could do and not get caught.

I went up the highschool, To classroom A1
To visit the teacher who sneers at my son,
I carefully unzipped his trousers right down,
It was his turn today to look like a clown.

As he reached to the blackboard his trousers did slip,
right over his waist and down from his hip.
Straight to the floor all the kids were amazed,
as he stood in his pants all embarassed and dazed.

With a smile and a wave, I hurried on out,
as the kids began laughing and starting to shout
I suddenly felt dizzy, all shaky and queer
as in horror I watched my hand reappear.

To be caught in the nude was something I feared,
but I managed to get home before I reappeared.
Will it happen again?, its all too weird
but I`ll never forget when I disappeared

Copyright © chatabox ... [ 2002-07-24 06:16:39]
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Re: When I disappeared (User Rating: 1 )
by PS_iloveyou on Wednesday, 24th July 2002 @ 09:29:11 AM AEST
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I liked this one, soo very very cute....good write

Re: When I disappeared (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Thursday, 25th July 2002 @ 04:09:27 AM AEST
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I remember this one well Penny...so original and humorous...I love it..
Chrissie xx

Re: When I disappeared (User Rating: 1 )
by humphdj on Thursday, 25th July 2002 @ 06:50:18 AM AEST
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Glad you are back to yourself
It's a bit scary thinking you are out there somewhere..... invisible

Great stuff!

Rgds
Dave

Re: When I disappeared (User Rating: 1 )
by Thumbsucker on Thursday, 25th July 2002 @ 10:05:18 AM AEST
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Hi chatabox,
Luv how your mind works.
Thumb

Re: When I disappeared (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 28th December 2002 @ 11:08:48 PM AEST
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Dear Chatabox @-<-<<-
Ahhh! Love it!! had me laughing and smiling all the way hehe; good for you I'd probabley do something similar lol
Your writing friend,
Always Nessa

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