04-28-2005, 10:21 PM
Griselda,Apr 28 2005, 05:10 PM Wrote:And the ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered
You heard as if a army muttered
The muttering grew to a grumbling
And the grumbling grew to mighty rumbling
And out of the Lounge the Lurkers came tumbling
(with apologies to Browning)
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Gris, no apologies needed.
That was actually brilliant. You preserved the iambic pentameter!
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."