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Poetry

Wanna read the only piece of poetry I have ever written in my entire life?

Years ago I had a friend who was a bit of a goth, so I knocked this up for her:

He walks as evil through the night
In nightmare climes ‘neath shadowed skies;
And all that’s worst of dark and night
Meet in his aspect and his eyes;
All deepened by that dreadful blight
Which hell to baleful night supplies.

With apologies to Lord Byron

Ok, so it was a rip off. Still.

3 Comments

  1. RAB says:

    I wandered lonely as a cloud

    That floats on high ‘or vales and hills

    When all at once I saw a crowd

    Of Goths trashing Daffodils

    Bastards!

  2. Sam Duncan says:

    It’s still better than anything I’ve ever come up with. They usually involve Young Ladies from various locations around the world.

  3. Sunfish says:

    There once was a man from Nantucket…

    ..who was a member of the same gym as I was. And would shower and then sit around the locker room for half an hour before getting dressed.

    The stories are badly exaggerated.

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