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It's coming at me through the trees A Pumblechookian monster Invisible to human eyes. "You cad," I say, "you bounder, You shervishable villain," And still it struggles onwards, Growing in stature with every word I mutter... Will somebody please tell me why I'm so terribly afraid, Always so terribly terribly terribly... And now it's raining as well Isn't that just typical? A Pumblechookian monster Singing in the rain, And me, a lonely old Dick Swiveller, Pennyless, yet strangely hopeful, Having to go without breakfast To feed my darling Marchioness.
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Comments
Sat 15th Aug 2020 18:00
Beautiful Owl print,
did you do that?
Anna
Fri 10th Jul 2020 14:09
Thanks for the like!
Anna
Tue 7th Jul 2020 04:33
Thanks for the like. I'm so happy you found it worth your while to read my amateur stuff.
A
Thanks for your interest.
Philipos
Sat 14th Mar 2020 17:49
Springs Bramwell - thanks muchly for the Like. P ?
The picture of the owl is by Arthur Rackham.
The Naked Ape is one of those books I keep meaning to read but never get round to. Maybe one day.
Thanks for your comments and interest..
Fab photo on your bio. Terrific bio too. Interesting how, in the small version by each entry, the picture looks entirely different, like two glowing eyes.
Did you ever read 'The Naked Ape'? Could well be eons before your time. But, maybe not.
Thu 18th Jul 2019 00:45
Branwell?
thanks for visiting my site
it is a sight for
sore eyes!
<Deleted User> (22247)
Wed 10th Jul 2019 22:02
No, there is no suspense here at all!
A Pumblechookian monster will be shervished by any half-way competent halberd-bearer loyal to the crown!
Surrender not! No, never surrender!
Fear is the ticking of a clock. The dawning of a day. The passage of the sun.
Fear is the growth of hunger, the resurfacing of thirst. Fear is time unplanned for....
Fear fears the planning of a day. Even that. Shervish fear forever!!!
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Annie Josephine
Mon 15th Mar 2021 21:46
Thank you for liking my poem!?