"alacazar" poems
ALACZOO
ALACAZAR
Make me handsomer
PIFF,
PAFF,
PUFF,
There is no way..
Even magic can make that face good,
I'll snap you in two, ill make you kindle wood.
You would do that, I'm where the magic is.
You think your better I'm the Mage,
A stick you are just enchanted wood.
We can do many thinks you and I
But your stubborn,
And my stutter,
Lets never reveal what happened
What happened when I tried that spell,
And we created lawyers.
Now there everywhere about,
ALACPING
ALACBOO
This is the end of this poem
Thanks for reading it all of you
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
The only child of Harold Loomis Pound often wandered 'round the castle--
For Harold Loomis Pound owned a great big Alacazar.
The only child of Harold Loomis Pound,
When he grew up--was no longer a child,
He had Harold Loomis Pound's great big Alacazar:
Burned down
Stricken
Ruined
Lost
The only man of Harold Loomis Pound never quite liked wandering again.
Who knows why?
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC