Har, ya say it aren't so.
Yer holds a black spot.
Ye won't live to be old.
Grow short on the clock.
We want that, Gold.
Those cobs in a box.
Nice to know ya Munroe.
Pistol shot, flintlock.
Categories:
munroe, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Of the original three
One has left our shore
To grace the heavens
Of whom they'll adore
Jill Munroe
Golden haired girl
Whose looks and posters
Brightened mans world
Charlie's angel
Where she made her name
TV and big screen
As she rose to fame
But this dreaded word
Ended her life
As Ryan declared
For her to be his wife
But at 9.30am this day
This golden blond, has drifted away
To rest in peace, relieve her pain
Earth's loss is heavens gain
For white wings she'll grow
And grace the clouds
Her ability, applause out loud
This, Angel with the Angels
" Dedicated to Mary Farrah Leni Fawcett - one of Charlie's Angels "
Categories:
munroe, inspirational, loss, lost love,
Form: Rhyme