todays improvisation- 30-11-05

These placid delights fall short, facing inspection
But you daren't succome to the hands of correction
knowing they are harmful you chose the election
of pride and ignorance; a choice of protection

bottled bliss sees a lone sollemn face
fermenting your heart, to bate its forlorn-pace
temper shortened, Bale takes its place
loved by everyone; unaware this is the case

yeh, just a short one today..

But.. I found one I did ages ago.. I was trying to find as many rhyming words for 'chore'
it turned out quite funny actually


While fools at home did their chores
they stepped on 'Henry the mouses' claws
now he didnt react with a mighty roar
but kept it inside as he ran across the floor,
because he wanted revenge to be something more.
'Oh man', he thought, 'they have danger in store'
as through the house he began to gnaw.
He ate through the window, ceiling and door,
and the priceless curtains he maticuously tore.
the fools they reacted, they cursed, they swore
this menacing mouse, they couldnt ignore
they had to kill the mouse just to ensure
yet remain abiding by humane law.
"we could eat him and say we were desperate and poor"
one questioned the taste, the other responding "like a bore"
but one look at henry and they began to adore
that cute little face as he played upon the shore
the mouse agreed to stop, his hands werent THAT sore
so he made a public announcement: an abjure
that what he felt was no longer hate, or abhor
but instead a love, from the heart of his core.