Sing to me, O dark vault of night.
The divine muse is upon me;
Up on my shoulders.
She doesn’t appear to have
anything instructive to say
apart from “And how the ruddy,
blasted, Viking-snogging,
****** ****** mother-defecating
hell did I get up here!?”
Inspiring words indeed.
Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
Sing to me, O dark vault of night.
The divine muse is upon me;
Up on my shoulders.
She doesn’t appear to have
anything instructive to say
apart from “And how the ruddy,
blasted, Viking-snogging,
****** ****** mother-defecating
hell did I get up here!?”
Inspiring words indeed.
© Cody Edwards 2010