Poetry Thread

[The Magic Pudding.]

The End is nigh for me, thank God.

If that is so I'll thank God, Tod, Frog, anyone, everyone.

[MarcusA]

No-one is forcing the bastard above me to be here.

[billy rubin]

twas windy

and the dirty crows

did screech and tumble, in the sun.

all mouldy were my wooden toes,

and th emonster mouse did run.

[MarcusA]

A time to be born and a time to die; and betwixt is strangeness.

[MarcusA]

How strange is haiku,
it is so good, forever
alone.

[MarcusA]

The people prefer trash
to treasure, they have no taste.

[MarcusA]

I prefer trash to treasure.

[MarcusA]

The river flows
from the veins of the earth,
cutting through the land.