I've got a scalene triangle on my shoulders, And my friend is carrying a trapezoid. I've gotta stem the tide 'till it washes over, And build back the castle walls that time destroyed.
When the nights were longer and our legs were stronger, I remember singing 'till our our voice grew thin. I remember laughing, I remember dreaming, And what I've forgotten, you can well fill in.
Now I've got age and consequence on my shoulder, And my friends all got carried so far away. But the tides of time can't erode painted boulders, In my mind I find that our gray castle stays.
Take it away, anyone.
One two three four five something something something twelve, Uno dos tres quatro, sentimental clause. Keep the rhyme alive, although nothing rhymes with twelve, And feel free to alliterate just because.
No, that's perfect. Unfortunately you miscounted a few lines. Also, walker wasn't a Dean. But I fully imagine that Kevin Moravek regularly stops whatever he's doing to pontificate on how not cool I must be, wherever I am.
This is Joel responding to this comment so you will see it: Do they do weddings in the airport nowadays? I will be in Philly for like 5 hours in December....
Should I send a warning to that early morning When we dangled so hopefully on that wall? There were officers gaping and ladders scraping And I through restful shadows heard sparrows call.
Should I scream a message to our quiet future, Tell them, rise and mock us for what we've become? How should I word it so that such fools will listen? I'm just waiting to find out what they've begun.
And I've got scalene triangles on my shoulders, And my friend is carrying a trapezoid. It's a quick excursion, just a simple mission, Oh, we're walking our planks, that's how we're employed.
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And my friend is carrying a trapezoid.
I've gotta stem the tide 'till it washes over,
And build back the castle walls that time destroyed.
When the nights were longer and our legs were stronger,
I remember singing 'till our our voice grew thin.
I remember laughing, I remember dreaming,
And what I've forgotten, you can well fill in.
Now I've got age and consequence on my shoulder,
And my friends all got carried so far away.
But the tides of time can't erode painted boulders,
In my mind I find that our gray castle stays.
Take it away, anyone.
One two three four five something something something twelve,
Uno dos tres quatro, sentimental clause.
Keep the rhyme alive, although nothing rhymes with twelve,
And feel free to alliterate just because.
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How about instead,
We play chess and get mocked by
Kevin Moravek
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Ah regret, which probably goes along with the theme of the poem
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When we dangled so hopefully on that wall?
There were officers gaping and ladders scraping
And I through restful shadows heard sparrows call.
Should I scream a message to our quiet future,
Tell them, rise and mock us for what we've become?
How should I word it so that such fools will listen?
I'm just waiting to find out what they've begun.
And I've got scalene triangles on my shoulders,
And my friend is carrying a trapezoid.
It's a quick excursion, just a simple mission,
Oh, we're walking our planks, that's how we're employed.
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