 be careful on your way out, admonished the count certainty is absent don pedro has let it be known that he has lost patience with the queen everything is in a muddle, we know following the route gradually revealed by the glowing firmament his poor frazzled brain aglow in despair the poor archduke let his steps be bent just beyond the stable, where his loyal sturdy mount kept whinnying to and fro let this cup pass from me, muttered the archduke, it is tantamount methinks to the poisonous offshoot now and forever ascribed to the king who had a big mouth and spent out of his inheritance sums obscene perhaps now moot - queenly laughter by light of the moon - shadows leaped from the fount |
Monday, September 14, 2009
slurkett #7: assassination at midnight
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3 comments:
Man that's good. I kept looking back at the rules for the form thinking that I'd find something you missed... but no! You'll see. I'll make one of these yet!
;)
Timmy
Excelent poem, completelly different from the animal one's I used to read and like. This is
great to, just different style. You are a good writter man.
I specially like the words queenly laughter by light of the moon, that is real poetry, that is real art.
Congrats
thanks to both
jon,
the main thing in a slurkett is that the form completely dictates the content, you can't even think about communicating or saying anything, you just do whatever fits.
mariana,
glad you thought i could fit some real poetry into the strait jacket of a slurkett!
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