Bite the Bullet, Billy Boy,
Don't be a bloody, bashful boy,
Bloated with big, unBewailed blunders
Bemoan your badness, though mother thunders.
We changed our name so that you wouldn't, in a moment of haste, erroneously think we were neo-pagans, but we still are A collection of amateurs trying to learn what is beautiful. We love to be corrected, though we might fight you for it...
6 comments:
WHAT?!?!?!? I think you've finally fliped Old Fashioned Liberal.
I have been writing alphabet poetry for a long time, AGP.
I think it's very interesting how I never cease to amaze you. Something is very wrong here.
I'm referring to the content of the poem, not the format.
Ahem. The content is quite normal, and even commonplace.
More's the shame that badness is a common subject.
Actually, it is very difficult to write any sort of story without some element of badness. The only such story i know of is "The Surprise" by Chesterton.
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