FoulA Poem by emipoemiFoul is foul, Foul is vain, Foul makes ev’ry Sound mind go insane.
Foul is evil, Love never is spread, Foul is cold, Foul weaves dread.
The Foul submit to ambition, And let it lead the way, Avoiding ev’ry superstition To live another day.
To the castle comes each warlike legion, Which are hard to keep at bay. They come to rid the place of treason- The Foul shall always pay.
Foul be hanged, Foul be wrung. Take blades and cut out Each foul tongue.
Foul makes lonely, And kills earth and air, So if thou art foul, But try being fair. -EDP © 2017 emipoemiReviews
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