April 22, 2010

Sock

'Twas fool on the nuts,
did cool and tut

waiting for old,
ending with bold;

did hope afar,
and despair aclose

Fool on the nuts,
hitting none but putts,
ending with lemons,
without spicy smellin'

Blockhead did
and then he hid
under an hour
without a power

Was new
but few,
the joy of the morning;

Hard
as lard
the trouble afore him.

Did wish
to fish,
the fool did.

A loss
not hoped
he sought to ignore.

A fool!
He spake,
and none responded.

Weakling he were
companion he found
dragon he slayed
horror he stayed

A microscope in hand,
advanced he on friend.
"Bring me closer!"
cried the fool.

Fool he was;
wise, though
he became

On nuts did fools their folly contrive
of none happiness deprived

Nay, generous were they!
Father Time did 'low them more,
for fewer idols do they attract.


Believe it or not, after the fifth verse, that actually had a purpose. *shrug*


!Noah!

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