As i at sunrise repine at Fate’s decree,
so shall i at Cupid his darts aiming;
but if that counts as venial slander
then no panegyric would be sagely alarming.
yet such wistful verse as this is wonder
to us who without rue with Apollo agree!
Archive for February, 2008
WHINING VERSE
STANDING ON THE TRAP DOOR……….DEC 30TH 2006…..6.00AM
At the wake of day,
a life was disposed of.
on the count of five,
only the rope could survive.
At the wake of another day,
the lights to the world were turned off.
RIP Saddam Hussein
