Dark Side of the Horse by Samson for February 19, 2012

Oh flundered gruntbuggly,Thy micturations are to meAs plurdled gabbleblotchitsOn a lurgid bee

Groop, I implore thee,

my foonting turlingdromes

And hooptiously drangle me

with crinkly bindlewurdles,Or I will rend thee in the

gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon

See if I don’t.

See no drivel, hear no drivel, speak no drivel.

Roses are redand have no remorsethough they have readDark Side Of The Horse

I’ve heard of Beat poetry, but THIS is ridiculous

HORACE not a…… HOLE.Y… roller…! ! !

Sniffs and cries at the sound of Vogon poetry…. before ripping my ears off to make it stop.

But that fall was sheer poetry.

Pain commands it’s own type of poetry.

That was an Oh’d to pain.I think the word Horace speaks is from Shakespeare, King Lear, if I am not mistaken, or was it Julius Ceasar?

Macbeth???

“You know how it’s almost impossible for a writer to make any money? Well I’m going to make it worse.” – A poet.

The next line is, “And darn the luck!”