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Showing posts with label Bad Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bad Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, May 30, 2014

Some terrible poetry to say goodnight

Errands run,
Work done.
It should be the time for fun.
Notes can wait,
Friends are fed.
But I am tired,
So time for bed.

This is why my spells in the Call of Cthulhu game suck. Brenda is far better at versification than I.