Nicholas Abaddon Poems
A Cold Day In May
I arrived home on this rainy, dreary day.
At first it seemed that the weather alone was odd in may,
Then I saw the bags by the door.
She came down the stairs her eyes afire,
At this, my heart became weak and my mood dire.
She said she was leaving
she didn't deserve the pain I caused and my misbehaving.
My addictions had betrayed me and all I held dear,
I fell to my knees and begged her to stay.
she cried and aid she dared not the pain was too great,
She picked up her bags and headed for the door
She stopped and turned and with tears in her eye said to ...
There was a fiddler on the roof
He sounded like he had a cloven hoof
He can’t keep a decent tune
He sounds like a bad Shatner cartoon.
He thinks he is a nightingale,
and sings many a tale.
He can’t rhyme at all,
Why won’t he slip and fall?