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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Fortune's Knave
The dangerous cougar jumped off the rock
Great plumes of smoke came out of its ears
Courtyard animals ran away in fear
Smouldered in a fire the coals screamed
In agony they burned
The cougar ate the burning coals
Heat and fury radiated from the cougar's jaws
Of many moons the mighty monster dreamed
Day dawned red as the cougar died
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2 comments:
so...hopefully this is some of the bad poetry you've enjoyed writing?
eelztme
It is indeed. The first word of each line is taken from the first sentence of a historical novel about William the Conquerer called 'Fortune's Knave'.
I actually quite like about 25% of this poem ;)
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