O' th' weeping willow - weep
befor sylphlike tantamount
th' danseuse be, o' sentry sleep
for tame aurous will gander, count
'pon th' impish owl - o' thief
th' belovèd pearl trapt b'neath,
ne'er granted sweet relief
petty miser grow wiltèd heath
to decorate funereal feast
th' danseuse rent - o' effigy.
Alas th' plainsong settled, ceased,
th' miser utters elegy:
"O' danseuse, beggar'd be
th' hapless extant sans esprit."
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Pushin' Up Daisies
PoesíaA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
