poetry

[its_me_mango]

because if the sudden interest in poetry, i hereby open this paragraph for poetry.

"ode to a red-headed boy"
There was a red headed boy-o
who could fence, yea
and fence well-o
he fleched and he scored,
but the director was bored,
their once was a red-headed boy-o.

Oh! be still,
silent, and waiting,
waiting and silent we must be,
oh! silent, waiting, and flexible,
toward the lights! of red, white and green.

Oh! how the white light glares
how it sounds, and resounds and
continunes to glare!
How, terrible the soundeie,
How, dreadfulle the beaste,
How, in the name,
of all that is Holei.

[lochinvar]

*polite clapping*

Glad to see your muse hasn't deserted you, Mango!

[its_me_mango]

MY palate is full!
full of sketches,
sketches of running
leaping, jumping,
of muscles and sweat,
of shorts and sleeves,
of broken hearts,
rotten and festering (blah blah blah)
my foils
my epee,
my socks,
lest we forget
my underarm protection.....

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[its_me_mango]

my socks runneth over,
i shall not want,
yea into the valley of death
i will fear no, ummmm,
evil!

foils to the left of me
foils to the right of me
into the valley of death
rode the 600.

epees to the front of me,
epees all beyond me now,
my socks, my knee pads,
they slip
asunder!
let us not allow those
to come between us!
to falter or fall,
or sober up on wood alcohol,
while our loyal faculty
lies druck
on the barroom floor.