Another Edge To This Bottle Poem by Anthony Edmond John
Another Edge To This Bottle
I am awake..
Within This forest paths have I awoken...
Gnomes and Phantoms a coming...
Sabre tooth and horns, blood-pouring...
Eyeballs of death do I gaze into...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! !
Mummmmmmmmmyyyyyyy! ! !
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! ! !
Get up You damn fool...
Sights a blurring...
Seeing Men as trees...
Oh this bottle of Moet...
Oh this bottled up nightmare...
Ohhhhhh...Its Anabella looking into My very eyes...
Oh what a fool..I had been...
Rising from this vomit stained ground...
What an idiot I have been...
But she loves Me still...
Anabella cleans Me up..saying those same seductive sweet words that bring this changed positive being called the New Me! ! !
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4/26/2024 11:14:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love it! All the AaaaaaaaH and the Mummmmmmyyy and Anabella sounds like the perfect woman for you! You are quite priceless and a gifted poet dear Anthony! 10 Karin Anderson