Flag Pole Pear
Bordering Purgatory
- Joined
- Jan 6, 2001
- Messages
- 794
hi, i wrote this.
Dear Diary, in my reflective moments I often like to scratch out a few lines of poetry on a table napkin. It helps me to verbalise my inner musings on all manner of things.
Allow me to share with you one of my recent compositions, Dear Diary.
The Ballad of a Bad Dog
Dear sir I am a peaceful man
but tempt me and I will take a stand
I love nothing like my faithful hound
Silence yours or I'll put you in the ground
If I hear a yelping and barking
you'd best believe I'm not larking
I'm not relaxing over a coffee
I'm frowning and minded to torch ye
Well your dog it squealed and howled
it moaned day in and week out
What the fuck was I supposed to do
set the city council onto you?
One day that dog would not abate
I was brimming with rage and hate
So I napalmed your fucking yard
and I laughed screaming long and hard
Shiny happy in the neighbourhood
mind your dog or feel my wood
Quell that beast that irks me so
Cease its bleat or feel my blow
For your consideration Mr Blaxland
Unless you control your daschund
Can I proclaim in all frankness
Killing you will be my redress
Your dog has caused me distres (sic)
Out there in the yard next door
Underneath the clothesline.
THE END.
Yours etc.
Me.
Dear Diary, in my reflective moments I often like to scratch out a few lines of poetry on a table napkin. It helps me to verbalise my inner musings on all manner of things.
Allow me to share with you one of my recent compositions, Dear Diary.
The Ballad of a Bad Dog
Dear sir I am a peaceful man
but tempt me and I will take a stand
I love nothing like my faithful hound
Silence yours or I'll put you in the ground
If I hear a yelping and barking
you'd best believe I'm not larking
I'm not relaxing over a coffee
I'm frowning and minded to torch ye
Well your dog it squealed and howled
it moaned day in and week out
What the fuck was I supposed to do
set the city council onto you?
One day that dog would not abate
I was brimming with rage and hate
So I napalmed your fucking yard
and I laughed screaming long and hard
Shiny happy in the neighbourhood
mind your dog or feel my wood
Quell that beast that irks me so
Cease its bleat or feel my blow
For your consideration Mr Blaxland
Unless you control your daschund
Can I proclaim in all frankness
Killing you will be my redress
Your dog has caused me distres (sic)
Out there in the yard next door
Underneath the clothesline.
THE END.
Yours etc.
Me.