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Garage-iad
Time and fickle fate I sing,
And the luck that they to mortals bring.
Oh ancient muses guide me well
As Virgil did through Dante's Hell.
Calliope your lyre play
And rouse your kin Melpomené
That my tale might be justly told;
Of great despair, in days of old.
That curséd morn, when sun uprist
And the fair land of Britain kiss'd,
Revealed a fated, woeful one
Who, in misfortune scorned the Sun.
The aegis of the 'Garage'-land
Did he pound with accursed hand.
Oh damnéd fate! Oh gods above!
Ruled over by almighty Jove!
Oh whyever did you make me
Forget to bring my garage key?
And the luck that they to mortals bring.
Oh ancient muses guide me well
As Virgil did through Dante's Hell.
Calliope your lyre play
And rouse your kin Melpomené
That my tale might be justly told;
Of great despair, in days of old.
That curséd morn, when sun uprist
And the fair land of Britain kiss'd,
Revealed a fated, woeful one
Who, in misfortune scorned the Sun.
The aegis of the 'Garage'-land
Did he pound with accursed hand.
Oh damnéd fate! Oh gods above!
Ruled over by almighty Jove!
Oh whyever did you make me
Forget to bring my garage key?
Published 13th Jul 2010
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21st Jul 2012 3:21pm
An interesting style. Actually, an overall interesting poem. I loved the end :) Great work.
