This Famous Story of Spelling
Where do they go when they're ended
Into the regenerative dark cave of the muse
There to lie, mourned but unseen,
So long as the winter continues
And diners peruse cryptic menus
Till their stomachs, by hunger distended,
Cry out for an end to the queues
Of ants on the march to the queen
this peom is so borin
--So that mana be acquired more swiftly
Anon was fed to the hive for snorin
But where do they go when they're ended?
Where do they go when they're ended
Into the word factory for later citation
Lying, perhaps, till some soul calls, "I hunger"
Or fighting for emancipation
Cries before the shot glass tumbles in
And the vows that were broken are mended
Together to make a verbal nation
Devoid of a need for warmonger
this peom is so lame
--So that prose may be corrupted more niftily
Anon was consigned to a world of flame
In the place they go when they're ended
Contributors: | loaf, F, Chevalier, p, Gene van Troyer, Anon., Rfwoolf, Ket, trad-ish. |
Poem finished: | 16th January 2007 by Chevalier. |