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Poetry News Post #2157

Whoops, I'm dead again

Written by: Corwin, a Bard of Light and Shadow
Date: Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Walking in the hills, banishes my ills.
Harmony and comfort I attain.
Then Wolverine's bite, freezes me with fright.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

Warm still sea, inviting me.
Waves, play your soft refrain.
A triangular fin does me in.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

The wicked witch is such a bitch
On her, my rapier, I train.
To bathe me in fires, she aspires.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

I'm going to teach a bloody leech,
To keep out of my drain.
My arm is sore. And there's two more!!
Whoops, I'm dead again.

Auntie Maim, looks so tame.
Have I half a brain?
She calls the undead, who eat my head.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

A great big bear, is standing there
I try to flee, in vain.
Two powerful swipes, leave bloodied stripes.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

Well, I have died and I have cried
And no matter how hard I try,
To run away and survive the day
I'm sure, again, I'll die!!

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Chronos, in the year 377 AF.


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Poetry News Post #2157

Whoops, I'm dead again

Written by: Corwin, a Bard of Light and Shadow
Date: Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Walking in the hills, banishes my ills.
Harmony and comfort I attain.
Then Wolverine's bite, freezes me with fright.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

Warm still sea, inviting me.
Waves, play your soft refrain.
A triangular fin does me in.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

The wicked witch is such a bitch
On her, my rapier, I train.
To bathe me in fires, she aspires.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

I'm going to teach a bloody leech,
To keep out of my drain.
My arm is sore. And there's two more!!
Whoops, I'm dead again.

Auntie Maim, looks so tame.
Have I half a brain?
She calls the undead, who eat my head.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

A great big bear, is standing there
I try to flee, in vain.
Two powerful swipes, leave bloodied stripes.
Whoops, I'm dead again.

Well, I have died and I have cried
And no matter how hard I try,
To run away and survive the day
I'm sure, again, I'll die!!

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Chronos, in the year 377 AF.


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