My Day So Far (in verse...)
The parchment place is freezing
(Although I hear cyrillic's worse)
And my toes had lost their feeling
By the beginnings of this verse.
I met the painting boy on pavement
(Now I know he's unseelie kin)
Thanks to the symbols on his jacket
It took me an hour to get back in...
I'm sitting here with clockwork tea
(Wondering where it all went wrong)
And if you'll still be sent to hell
Despite the remembered song?
My window's left wide open
(For winter to air out the room)
The script's still pure as driven snow
And I've yet to foul the loom...
But I barely count it a victory
(As I shake out the mess from my bed)
I just wish I could, with rake and trowel,
Pull out the thorns in my head.
LBP by Raven
((Competition time - play to win! If anyone knows what the hell I'm talking about, feel free to drop me a line. Or comment with what you think I'm talking about, that works too - and is probably more amusing.))
(Although I hear cyrillic's worse)
And my toes had lost their feeling
By the beginnings of this verse.
I met the painting boy on pavement
(Now I know he's unseelie kin)
Thanks to the symbols on his jacket
It took me an hour to get back in...
I'm sitting here with clockwork tea
(Wondering where it all went wrong)
And if you'll still be sent to hell
Despite the remembered song?
My window's left wide open
(For winter to air out the room)
The script's still pure as driven snow
And I've yet to foul the loom...
But I barely count it a victory
(As I shake out the mess from my bed)
I just wish I could, with rake and trowel,
Pull out the thorns in my head.
LBP by Raven
((Competition time - play to win! If anyone knows what the hell I'm talking about, feel free to drop me a line. Or comment with what you think I'm talking about, that works too - and is probably more amusing.))