Posts Tagged ‘prospect’

The Divine Parody

Midway down the Street I found myself lost. The dark and stony mansions I could not tell apart, For I was an ignorant frosh. “You there!  Froshling!  Knowest where thou art?” From forth the oaken doors he staggered With a belch and with a fart. “Be not alarmed!  My guise, though haggard, Belies...
November 9th, 2009 | Fiction/Poetry | Read More