I tried .....
But....
Landed on my butt
Riding of monsters is not easy
Now I feel queasy
this whole business is nasty
for them I am a meal tasty
The very thought makes me go pasty
the brew didn't work
The wand failed
my magic bailed
Leaving me weak in the knees
while the monsters had a field day
wrecking my head and poems
They have gone darker and weird
they stay by my table and inhabit my fables
gore and blood
is the flood
in my poems
they are tombs of these beings
Shivers down my spine
how I whine
while they dine
with my food and wine
No help any soon this time
please wait for the next part
it will come soon
sooner or later than noon.
