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Posted by Neredbojias on 11/01/93 11:43
With neither quill nor qualm, Blinky the Shark quothed:
> > Officer White, who is he?
> > I'll break his back across my knee!
> > 'Cause I'm the main man in the 'hood; My fighting's legend and my
> > loving's good!
> >
> > <wood pounding floor>
> >
> > They call me Ne-red-bo-ji-as.
> > Around me broads don't wear no bras.
> > And men will tend to shit their drawers When I come out to settle
> > scores!
> >
> > <pounding wood and female squeals>
>
>
> I met a traveler from an antique land
> Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
> Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
> Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
> And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
> Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
> Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
> The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
> And on the pedestal these words appear:
> "My name is Neredbojias, King of Kings:
> Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
> Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
> Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
> The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Wow, a classy ode! I really liked the part that said "Neredbojias, King
of Kings..." And "...the sneer of cold command". That's me, a cold
commanding sneerer. Maybe I should move to someplace like Mesopotamia,
sneer around a lot, and run for king.
--
Neredbojias
Contrary to popular belief, it is believable.
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