This is the last time I’m saying it
I don’t like poetry.
There is a reason for that: This is the best I can do.
On a clear moonless winter night
When the owls hoot in untamed delight
Escape the milling crowds for once, and
Look up, count the stars you dunce!
Understood? Great.
I laughed out loud upon reading the last word
swharden (@swharden)
September 18, 2011 at 5:24 pm
I like promoting universal understanding.
Nimish Batra
September 18, 2011 at 5:27 pm