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Poem 1458

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p33n painfully esoteric

Robert Hawkins

Our eyes met.
Dissected I felt.
Effects p33n painfuuly esoterically.
Broadsides her ramparts.
Sword in hand flintlock pistol limbered.
I scream in the face of death!
Pistol ready my cutlass for thrust.
Rapier her body did thrust.
Alas,, queen forthsworne.
Given my life but Endlands seed.
I loyal in ernest foe the queen.
For the queen!
Trust me England.
England carries own.
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bobby

note; written in secret,, don't tell anyone.
Hey, do you smell something?
Damn it stinks!
Oh,, wait.
Steve?
Steve Wakeling.
Damn something told me you were near.
----ykw---
(You Know Who) ykw

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works:

Ask Yourself

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 18:21

Liken Mind

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 16:29

Then What About You

Submitted Jun 13th 2011, 20:51