Never A Fish Will I FetchA Poem by MilesShowed once, and what for? To save, shave, and rave But forget about a raise This is your twisted shears we're talking about Left in the shade Never known to blister and shout ...Never known to pester and doubt But here we are in the ice rink Wallets bluffing And we're all in stockings So what's the catch? Possibly a stretch But never a fish will I fetch Not as a fisherman, oh no! But for blood-curdling revenge And twice and thrice season's rent As in, bent Like a blade that rolls should be And could be But the eggs never left the nest So they say And so shall they be put to rest
© 2011 Miles |
Stats
70 Views
1 Review Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 AuthorMilesDarmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, GermanyAboutI'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..Writing
|