"nobbut" poems
*One, the friends you shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a caged bird will die when set free.
Four, you are the hunted, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen your deceit; belay your tricks.
Seven, a cursed soul shan't return to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if God is the Devil himself, who do you worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of your damnation.*
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
One, the cater-cousins thee shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a cag'd bird shall kicketh the bucket at which hour setteth free.
Four, thou art the did hunt, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen thy deceit; belay thy tricks.
Seven, a curs'd soul shan't returneth to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if 't be true god is the Flibbertigibbet himself, who is't doth thee worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of thy damnation.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC