The FallA Poem by Alan CorbettA comical poem.
The Fall
Gently sinking into folds of sleep I saw a path as smooth as polished brass. Downward it ran with no end in sight fast I slid with nothing to grasp.
Before I could take stock I came up sharp a place dark, damp, and full of eerie sounds What manner of place is this? I screamed The Spoiler held me on esoteric grounds.
With laud and lisping speech he cried ‘Your life is written there above". Looking at the seamless walls-- he lied he gave me one enormous shove.
Falling further down, a cavern did appear Lucifer’s acolytes were sneering in full array. The Master wickedly on molten rock did leer. ‘Hades horses to hell---he said-- 'without delay’.
The journey down into depths of darkness the ride as rough as on Quixote’s mules, crying like a fallen angel I shouted"‘Oh lord!’ "No good crying lad you know the rules".
As I broached the fiery pit in total dread a canopy opened as blue as blue can get, a hand did pluck me from that fiery bed I woke a- shivering sleep was my regret.
Lying next to me the wife did bleat. ‘Bad dream--- I’ve never seen you in such a tether’ you shouldn’t eat before you sleep, especially large amounts of cheddar.’ © 2015 Alan CorbettReviews
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