Saturday, February 17, 2007
There was once a boy,
So bored he was,
On an adventure did he go.
Despite his mother's weeping,
And all his father's threating,
To disown him if he left,
He went.
Along his way,
A thousand miles from home,
Many a things he did see,
All that was a sight,
Behold!
Held dear, him,
In his memories.
He saw, of peculiarity,
Too wonderous of things to describe.
Of that that tickled him no end,
Too little words he knew.
Of horror and detestation,
Too afraid the words to speak.
Yet of beauty,
Only one did he see.
Cloaked in green she was,
The sapphire eyes that gleamed.
Hair dark as night,
And as fair a maiden,
As the orb,
That rested in it.
Beauty unsurpassed it was,
Beauty never again to be seen.
But as fate would have it,
He was her
To once again regard.
On a cold and bitter winter's day,
In a place not far from home.
Beckoned her to him,
Her waving of her arm,
Towards a quaint lil' cottage.
Followed him to her,
By the waving of her arm,
Towards the quaint lil' cottage.
As luck would have it,
By the fire,
They made love to each other.
Love as passionate as the fire beside
A fire undousable.
And as fate would have it,
Again,
'Tis was a cruel joke.
For not long later,
Out of his stomach burst...
ALIEN!
9:17 pm