posted on Aug, 2 2016 @ 11:08 AM
~A Victorian Poem~
I daren't to thee say any more,
Unfruitful was it mostly shorn.
Watching as you batty-fang,
Your way through Nanty Narking sang.
A song of beating did you play,
Insanity, all that could afford.
Like a Ship without a brig,
Fully laden only gruel.
Swathes of Liberal words did spew,
From your lips, none were knew.
Ample time was given me,
To clear mine head and Vanish thee.
edit on 8/2/2016 by awareness10 because: (no reason given)