ANOTHER poem
Yeah I seem to have been writing a lot lately... oh well. I hope you kids can figure what this is about, cuz it's pretty specific. Hint: the title is an anagram.
Sure, Branus by sir nicholas schram
Branus screams (a yelp!
or reverent victory yell!
or intellectual anthem!, hands
to the sky, biting his
nails (zab zab zab)
(one would think a paper surgeon
should hold a steady hand,
but a flail of an arm that holds
enough enthusiasm to frighten:
Charisma herself
covers his mouth, explaterating insanity
(the ravings of a diseased mind) to no end;
“Nature’s first wasteland
speaks of rivers!”
he bellows, fist in the heavens (shattering
the aforementioned halos)
eye to eye, the only words I find:
“Sure, Branus. Branus sure.”
Comments mandatory for IB children. Optional for others.
By the way, this Christmas song is fucking awesome. The guitar solo at the end is so extremely incendiary it causes spontaneous combustion.
Sure, Branus by sir nicholas schram
Branus screams (a yelp!
or reverent victory yell!
or intellectual anthem!, hands
to the sky, biting his
nails (zab zab zab)
(one would think a paper surgeon
should hold a steady hand,
but a flail of an arm that holds
enough enthusiasm to frighten:
Charisma herself
covers his mouth, explaterating insanity
(the ravings of a diseased mind) to no end;
“Nature’s first wasteland
speaks of rivers!”
he bellows, fist in the heavens (shattering
the aforementioned halos)
eye to eye, the only words I find:
“Sure, Branus. Branus sure.”
Comments mandatory for IB children. Optional for others.
By the way, this Christmas song is fucking awesome. The guitar solo at the end is so extremely incendiary it causes spontaneous combustion.