The Lone Troubadour

The tall tales of a lone troubadour who wanders throughout the lands, collecting and writing stories and poetry, slaying dragons and capturing daemons.

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Location: Ontario, Canada

As a popculturist-turned-journalist I bring you the news Thompson-style. When I'm not dicking around exploring news-worthy information (Hell, everything is news-worthy) I'm usually resting in peace trying to avoid the world (Imagine that, a journalist who hates the world).

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Poetry Reading

This poet is dreadful,
He cannot rhyme,
For he is terrible at it,
This sad, lonely poet.

He sits in his basement,
Eating porridge and drinking brew,
Thinking up new ways,
to sit there and stew.

His rhymes are terrible,
His rhythm in decline,
For he is a sad, lonely poet,
And doesn't even know it.

2 Comments:

Blogger Frazzle said...

Avoid passive voice at all costs!

5:50 p.m.  
Blogger Tim said...

Aye marm.

9:05 p.m.  

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