Laying in the hoosegow
Tether's around mine wrist's;
I've cut the rope, with sharp rock
I was bound, yet now am free.
The hullabaloo in the expanse
The guard hath left the cell open;
Inmate's runneth quick away
I bust down the door, free on escape.
Maleficence right behind me
I smile as tis they frown;
They, Not knowing from whence I cameth
I was up high, tis they come from the ground.
Me plus three hundred other inmates
Escaped this raffish place;
They tried to capture us, but the angel's raptured us
Saved by holy grace....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
Laying in the hoosegow
Tether's around mine wrist's;
I've cut the rope, with sharp rock
I was bound, yet now am free.
The hullabaloo in the expanse
The guard hath left the cell open;
Inmate's runneth quick away
I bust down the door, free on escape.
Maleficence right behind me
I smile as tis they frown;
They, Not knowing from whence I cameth
I was up high, tis they come from the ground.
Me plus three hundred other inmates
Escaped this raffish place;
They tried to capture us, but the angel's raptured us
Saved by holy grace....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Just good story writing not meant for noone
