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

