Going nowhere, quite slowly
A transient, horrible, fantastic dream,
therein is nothing yet all things do seem:
From which we're wakened by a friendly nudge
Of our bedfellow Death, and cry: "O fudge!"
- Devil's Dictionary
this isn't a haiku:
it does not have a season
in, plus i just cheated.
my nose predicts rain,
weather dot com says so too...
have another five.
business acumen:
dealing direct with mammon
dial up the demon
That's my attempt at bad poetry, without pretending to invent new words.
I need more grapes, neither gaseous nor solideous form.
therein is nothing yet all things do seem:
From which we're wakened by a friendly nudge
Of our bedfellow Death, and cry: "O fudge!"
- Devil's Dictionary
this isn't a haiku:
it does not have a season
in, plus i just cheated.
my nose predicts rain,
weather dot com says so too...
have another five.
business acumen:
dealing direct with mammon
dial up the demon
That's my attempt at bad poetry, without pretending to invent new words.
I need more grapes, neither gaseous nor solideous form.