Month: March 2020

In the days of my prime
I committed a social crime

For every day I would plot
To one day rule Camelot

Giving up fortune and fame
To play

Oh, how lucky you will be
To see the death of me

To finally be on your own
To carry on what I’ve known

To add to the

One day I will decide
To take a ride

To the highest peaks
Where everyone seeks

Peaceful solitude
For mental fortitude

Then descend to the steeple
To reach out to the

If I could have bolstered talent
I would be more patient

To take time with my thoughts
To find all of my blind spots

To listen to experts
Even

I’m a big, burly brute
From me stompers, to me clompers
I’m also bloody cute
All the ladies, big, burly rompers

When the sun shines
I’m smashing skulls
At night,

Many years ago
I favored warmth over snow

I chose entertainment
Over athletic fulfillment

I chose a different path
I never did the math
Drowning in a bath…

…of my own

In just a few days
I will probably be sick
Because some Chinese butcher
Put a ferret cage over a chick

Unknowing of the concoction
That mixed faeces will

When I have a cold
My sinuses turn bold

I capitalize my sneezing
Underline my wheezing

I’m filled with snot
As I adorn an i with a dot

I cough