He sprang into thought as much
As was in his capacity for such.
He settled there supposing naught
In instances that amount to squat.
Hunger pangs now bang the drum
Of higher ambitions left upon
A shelf within his lonely room
His unfinished works began to loom
-For at length he knew his Doom.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
He sprang into thought as much
As was in his capacity for such.
He settled there supposing naught
In instances that amount to squat.
Hunger pangs now bang the drum
Of higher ambitions left upon
A shelf within his lonely room
His unfinished works began to loom
-For at length he knew his Doom.
A work in progress
