Lip's Lisp
I'd rather be the solitary tree
in a corner by the stream
fighting back the tears;
the lies - too long forgotten,
as pages fly by; the broken years.
Walk 'long the aisles of this desolate damnation;
figures too far to remember - to leave but a wisp
as emotion leaves this cold rock through my lip's lisp.
And all that remains -
are faults of incineration; ash that blows in the wind.
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Fleeting Fleeces
Hasten to sleep, my little lambs -
for the wolf cries half past one;
the hour has nigh come for restful peace.
As people sleep, sheep fluff their fleece.
Like fruity cake - it leaves a taste
of sweet, yet like a drought.
The sandman's sack it bare but beckons:
the restful watch is a resistless route.
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^ Two-minute poetry.
Okay, super random stuff now, written in about less than 3 minutes in all, heh:
When bynes walks into the loo
he drops his pants and drops his poo
no bowl or plate could hold his stool
that's why they call him ghastly ghoul!
When bynes walks into his room
a giant mountain 'fore him looms
his tears shed fast like spores from 'shrooms
they speak of fate; of imminent doom
When bynes sits before his book
he chances 'pon a tasteful look
but girls don't suit his hungry hook
what does? a rhyme at every nook!
OKAY MOST RANDOM.
