Title: The Butter Sun
Spoilers: up to "The Gift"
Summary: a series of poems from Dawn's POV when Giles is sent to a mental
ward
Disclaimer: Joss, M.E., Fox. Any questions?
A/N ( well, A/Ns): thank to Sharon for her sweet little e-mail. An apology
to all for not updating sooner. A desprate plea to Cyberwulf to write again
( I miss her!)
I'm sitting on a squeaky blue chair
that's sits behind a black table
the window blinds are slanted so the sun dribbles onto my test like butter hungry for a slice of toast
Giles he used to help me with math
Willow she tries hard but she just can't explain it
so I'm staring at my butter-stained test
wondering if the bars on his window slice the sun and make it look like butter on his itchy gray bed
staring at my test
and thinking
that the only equation tat makes sense is 4 - 1 = 0
I'm sitting on a squeaky blue chair
that's sits behind a black table
the window blinds are slanted so the sun dribbles onto my test like butter hungry for a slice of toast
Giles he used to help me with math
Willow she tries hard but she just can't explain it
so I'm staring at my butter-stained test
wondering if the bars on his window slice the sun and make it look like butter on his itchy gray bed
staring at my test
and thinking
that the only equation tat makes sense is 4 - 1 = 0