The BurangashawA Poem by Matt Buckler... obviouslyA tale of a monster most foul...Lurking in the forests, Slipping through the shadows, Now its at the door, Blam! Now its in your home, Its tip-toing up the stairs, It rises above your bed, It asks how you are, It pulls out a game, A monster so grotesque, BURANGASHAW! © 2009 Matt Buckler... obviously |
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2 Reviews Added on November 17, 2009 AuthorMatt Buckler... obviouslyUnited KingdomAboutThis always changes, so trying to write anything would be futile, and almost always inaccurate. I write, I travel and I make films. Alright? more..Writing |