Such a poor excuse for a human being Trying to explain the unexplanable while chasing. Another bad move, making things worse Lurking around like a fool, scaring, destroying killing all hopes already dead Impossible to restart on the right foot No longer able to see Reality and getting closer to committing Gruesome acts.
The Flat Earth Group Offered a world cruise On a most modern liner They called it the Costa Concordia II. It sailed and it sailed, In good weather and in bad, Yes, winds, fogs, storms, The everlasting side effects of The Bermuda Triangle, Commos going haywire People getting nervous Some people went nuts, Some went over the edge And so did the ship.
She sat at her work-desk Took a sip of peppermint tea From the émail glazed cup, One from the tea set sent to her By her husband on a previous Trip to Hong-Kong. She took a sip, checked her E-mails, clicked on the one from Her husband ''Sorry , dear, I found a new love In Hong-Kong. I am not coming back''. She dropped the expensive cup which. Like her marriage, Shattered to pieces.
'So the witch died....'' ''Excuse me, which witch?'' Amanda, the lovely and lively Wiccam asked As they were sitting around The glowing fire While listening to soft New Age music. ''The one with the Black Schwatch'' ''You mean Dora was with the Regiment?'' ''No, no, that's Dora, with the Golden Broom, She follows the vegan regimen of course. No, The 'Black Schwatch' we call her because Of her unpronouncable name, due to The Ghost in her ancestry. That is why she And...
'I'm so brilliant'' He reflected, Walking along The Avenue, Smartly dressed In his three piece suit Having the walking stick As well for show. ''Yes, I know a lot And beaucoup'' He mused As, nose in the air, He stepped on A pile Of dog pooh.