Roostobim

More Insanity

I strolled through the woods

One sunny night

And basked in the warmth

Of the winter light

 

I traveled abroad

My little yard

And found the fifty-third

Playing card

 

All of a sudden

A very slow car

Drove down the short lane

That is so far.

 

He called himself

“Roostobim”

I, for one, had

Never seen him.

 

He took out a sword

Intending to harm,

And chopped off

My dangling arm.

 

He then left,

 And I was right.

This guy was strange

What a sight!

Reviews

[Gionelly Kiss]

How interesting! This poem made my day (although a bit disturbing). I liked the wonderful pattern you established. The rhyme scheme and rhythm was almost perfect throughout and very well though out. My favorite part will always be your first stanza: the use of "sunny night" and "basked in the warmth of the winter light" are wonderful imagery techniques that add to the poem. Please, keep it up...I enjoy your style and creativity. Thanks for sharing!
Gionelly*Kiss

[LivingDeath]

I like this alot :)