Niuklase was a poor man
Who lived in a
Small cottage by the lake
Where mists swirled by
And broke through
The rafters of the dwelling
Though on some days
The sun shone upon the
Grass and reflected
Beams of light came through
And flew in Niuklase's window
And all knew he was among
The greatest fishermen that
did live in the county
So one day when the
streams bubbled and the fish
leapt and sailed through
the air and catched the sun's
rays, Niuklase did go and
take his net
and his poles
and his bait-fishes
and he did go in to the
streams
he dived head first
and saw mauntains
of streaming fish
cod
majestic
and living
in a terribly wonderful
and glimmering
shoal
and he did cast his net
but something happened
on that day
Nikoulas turned into a
cat man
and once saw
the grace
of
the cod
Friday, June 15, 2007
Niuklase
Thermobarically ignited by Kelsey Higham to the temperature of 11:54
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4 comments:
You know, when I told you to write a story about "the Grace of Cod", this isn't really what I expected.
But, you know, not too bad.
what DID you expect?!
Mystical!
That was utterly uncool, because I felt like saying so.
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