Something me and my friend took at his house...shoul make for an interesting description/narrative.
I'm a cold-blooded monster from South Carolinky.
I'm festering, sweaty, and rotten and stinky,
I long for the sweet life-blood of teen boys -
Wait, in that Cowpen house I hear a faint noise...
I creep with the silence to a room that is dark,
from the sheltering groves in my wilderness park;
I approach two young men as they image the night;
at least the one on the right- he knows how to write.
Then I rip-off his head and I dine on his brain.
Indeed, he was gifted in writing, but not quite sane;
he shall never make it to his college now;
there is one less human in the pen of the cow.
That's truly amazing. If I could give you five stars on a post, I would. Not what I expected, but great nonetheless.
I do hope more people participate with us. :(
Thanks, Magnimoth, I'm glad you enjoyed that, and that you're not offended.
I have a feeling that nobody else will respond to this post. Generally, once I post on a topic, it is dead. Such is my life...
It's a shame, that was a cool picture.
By any chance, could you take a look at my poem in the Poetry forum?
I could really use some feedback. It's cool if you don't, though, poetry is not everyones' bag.