Monday, 16 August 2010

Been Helped

Chris helped me write an iambic pentameter poem in the pub last night. Here is what we came up with together:

I was a-walking down the streets at night.
I came across a very scary sight,
The sun had disappeared from the sky
I thought I saw a tiger who could fly
A man with four big heads came jumping out
And all that I could do was scream and shout
A heavy blow came down upon my head
I wish the tiger wasn't so well fed
But soon I will be gone and then no more
My body parts are spread across the floor
I wish that I could have them back again
Instead I watch them eat in tiger's den
My eyes are last to go and so dear friends
With a crunch and slurp I come to my dear end.

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