Yes, here it is, another bloomin' poem. This WILL be the last. More on that later. Here is a poem:
Questions For Monsters:
What lives in shadow?
What hides at night?
What creeps in darkness?
Out of sight.
Why live there?
Why hide there?
Why creep there?
Please tell me why.
Then why come out?
To haunt and taunt,
To freak and scare,
Why be a nightmare?
Like it? Well, there's more. There's an ode to expletives, and a few other things. You won't see any of those for ages. Why? I'm horrible. Correction. I like to scrape a living off you guys.
I'm going to do a thus-far unnamed book of odd poems. There should be around 20 or so. I won't charge too much. Twenty of my poems, maybe £2.50, £2.00 if I'm kind. All poems already on the blog will be there, just by the way.
In other news, I'm closing on the end of Part I in Welcome to DROL editing.
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