![]() Off to NeverlandA Poem by Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot
We fly off towards the clock
And are suddenly reminded of the ticking Croc Away, away towards the second star to the right We pass through the vortex of colors so bright Cannons crash and roar through the air As the wind whips through our hair We hear the silver Hook slice through the mast With much elegance and class, he shouts out just as fast "Come down boy and face me like a man." I wake up with a slice on my hand "Was it all a dream?" I ask out loud I guess we'll never know, just go about the crowd
© 2014 Oswald Chesterfield CobblepotAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Oswald Chesterfield CobblepotGotham , NJAboutWelcome foolish mortals, to my domain. Kindly step all the way into my profile... there's no turning back now. Yes as you can tell, I'm weird. But don't let that stop you from indulging in .. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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