Theory Comes Later
One: a sponge, of medium girth
Two: a mallet of medium worth
Three: a dungeon, medium dank
Four, a csoldier of honorable rank.
Five: the fate, of opium and gin
Six: one shy of all deadly sins,
Seven: the stars in Caesar's crown
Eight: the cost is going down
Nine: a wren of Eastern song
Ten: a long-unrighted wrong
Eleven: the freezing breeze chilling my nose
Twelve: a physically painful pose
Contributors: | Roland, Stacy, TG, KD, P, Kindred. |
Poem finished: | 7th August 1998. |