upon the OCEAN
in its hand
IT CLUCTCHED
the remains of an age, mighty and iron-strong, tempered, fierce
Great things it carried
OH! but they were not in their time, no!
No, they were but SCRAPS, a memento, a trinket, WORTHLESS
but now, NOW, and ERA dawn'd, and yes, it carries,
OH it CARRIES with it
LIFE.
Written by that other guy (Sir Johnnn), posted by me.
Apologies to anyone offended by the OBJECTIONABLE CONTENT herein.
ReplyDeleteI think we should delete it. No obscenity on the blog please.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's probably better that way.
ReplyDeleteEdited to remove "objectionable content"