A Beautiful, Dreamy Poetry Day, MASSACRE!
Through your window, the puffed up clouds
And sun drizzled fields are beckoning poetic verse to be written.
Behind you, a gentle scratching sound distracts
But you don't turn.
It's probably that sneaky, little dormouse that sometimes visits
Yes, that's what it'll be
...Is something staring?
Behind you sneaking?
Your eyes weeping
Poet munching ...
Alas! At the first turning of your head
You, quickly, realise it's not that cheeky, little dormouse at all
But, a sadistic, poet eating, demonic aberration, straight from the bowels of Hell!
( commonly known as The Bard Eater)
No lovely poetry today I'm afraid
Or, ever again!