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Spontanious Poem
Friday, October 19, 2007 2:00 AM
Well, I just was letting my mind wander (yeah, its dangerous, but I was bored) when this poem suddenly spang out from nowhere. I don't know what to make of it, but here it is:It was a stormy night
When the werewolf cried;
It sounded through mountains
And into the sky.
The howl chilled
Everyone's bones;
It was a feeling
We could not condone.
So into the rain
We dashed and we ran;
Untill we were stopped
By a giant mustard can.
What do we do
We cried in dismay;
Let's head out
And search by the bay.
So we looked and we looked
'Till we found the werewolf.
We threw a lighter at it
And also some keys;
'Till the werewolf took off
And swam out to sea.
Now the werewolf
Bothers us no more;
But on each stormy night
We determindly snore.
COMMENTS: 3
Comments
Friday, 19 October 2007 05:45
Not all minds that wander are lost. ;)
Interesting verse. Has a definite Riverine sound to it.
Interesting verse. Has a definite Riverine sound to it.
Friday, 19 October 2007 09:23
LOL!
put another halloweener on the BBQ for me!:)
on the other hand "It was a feeling
We could not condone." has stuck in my head - a surprisingly gritty line...
put another halloweener on the BBQ for me!:)
on the other hand "It was a feeling
We could not condone." has stuck in my head - a surprisingly gritty line...
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