Limerick
There once was a merry, mad man
who, for a phone, used a drawstring can.
refusing to change
old-fashioned and strange
was the merry, mad man named Stan.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Free Verse
From Start to Finish
She walks the glitzy guilded avenue.
Sauntering down her fate
She dreams of dreams so whimsical
Until she steps off the slate.
He skips to a tune of great trepidation
Running down the lighted lane
Engulfed in a crowd of passion
Until the game ends.
It claws a story of saddness
A voice hoarse and rash
It sheds a tear of happiness
Caught up in last night's mess.
They step towards the lighted prism
A path so blinding bright
Doors slowly closing in
And they wonder where their life has been.
From Start to Finish
She walks the glitzy guilded avenue.
Sauntering down her fate
She dreams of dreams so whimsical
Until she steps off the slate.
He skips to a tune of great trepidation
Running down the lighted lane
Engulfed in a crowd of passion
Until the game ends.
It claws a story of saddness
A voice hoarse and rash
It sheds a tear of happiness
Caught up in last night's mess.
They step towards the lighted prism
A path so blinding bright
Doors slowly closing in
And they wonder where their life has been.
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