In
the beginning was the word: it’s ‘Dublin’ and engraved inside this ring so
troublesome finding though chucking was harder still but working overseas real
estate sales is hardest when the client’s Eurotrash nobility who fancies one’s
fiancée who herself required endless persuasion to overcome her prejudice to
woo: to whit over nine hundred and ninety-nine champagned slipway slidings into
the briney and twenty long years to return where there’s no place like Holmes’ at
thirteen o’clock – without mentioning mice,
bondage, dicks, mockingbirds, gentle knights, mothers, songs, stars, sons, platforms
or valleys let alone those four last characters: horsemen.
4 comments:
Wow. That needs several reads. Brilliantly put together, love the four horsemen at the end.
Welcome Virginia, and thank you. Yep, it was a Friday afternoon pre-pub effort rushed to the post hung over this morning because I woke up with this idea for a stray told as a cycle of drabbles.
That's such a lazy person-friendly form, without having to count syllables or make rhymes
Love the 999 champagned. Great poem.
Why, thank you, Angie, and welcome. When I'm rich and famous I expect they'll say; 'It took someone 400+" years to render that famous line thus. Was it worth it?"
Only the auction of the film rights will tell...
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