shinyknife

I wrote these lines without any plot And can't say what this is, only what it's not This isn't an ode to the 'beauty' of 'true love' Nor one in praise of 'powers above' This isn't a tale of maidens fair With oversized towers and bleached blonde hair War, peace, and all the rest you won't find here You'll have to look elsewhere for those, my dear Beyond mere babble, what lies within? Nothing at all, neither virtue nor sin Its lack of content I won't obscure Of that, my friend, you may be sure This does, however, have an annoying rhyme Which you can attribute to an excess of free time Ah, yes, 'tis truly a curse, To be able to th