Ultrastooge upon his stallion
Geoffrey T flanked to the right
Ajunker there, the standard bearer
Penfold, tomtom, jazbec in tight
Cinnamon holds high her dagger
Tylerdurden, Mee Mo are in ready
Paradise, Glyph there together
Lorreign and Bronwen each aware
Teshua, a field commander
Bound for Glory
We will go
With this army
We will conquer
Dim and Dull, and uninspired
We’ll fight with prose in no small measure
Defending firm our rhythmic treasure
Our poet’s tree posts for your pleasure
And Universal Relevance
Our endeavor
2007-06-21
10:04:42
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TD Euwaite?
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➔ Poetry
Yep, that's me. Anger for hire. I can also be polite, if the price is right.
2007-06-21
10:20:45 ·
update #1
I knew I would hear it from those worthy (Steve, D, Mike, pop) unnamed word worriers.
2007-06-21
11:24:25 ·
update #2