I do not like writing ballads. It's a bit like liking country and western music. Maybe I can like a tune or two and it is catchy to hum or sing along. But writing it is a different story. I find it really hard to be that exaggerated with my emotions or that sentimental. However in the name of doing Stephen Fry's exercise poetry exercise number 12, I did at least write a couple of stanzas so I can say I did it.
Now gather round and let me tell
The tale of Danny Wise
And how his sweet wife Annabelle
Did suck out both his eyes
And if I tell the story true
And if I tell it clear
There's not a mortal one of you
Won't shriek in mortal fear
Sweet Annabelle and Dany Wise
Did love each other so
But late one night he heard some cries
And ran to her too slow
By then the vampire bit her neck
And though he chased it far away
His wife was white and sick
Next moon, she turned. And well, the rest is history
2 comments:
Bit of a cop-out, isn't it.
pretty much ;)
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