(369 words) There once was a lonely vampire, Johnny Fang was the poor fellow’s name. All he wanted was a young lass to love him, But, being dead, he was nobody’s flame. He’d wander at night through the graveyard, By the light of the silvery moon. Wondering how he could get him a gal, Who, at the sight of his fangs, wouldn’t swoon.
TASWG assignment: write four 'Zen-style' poems. - - - Shafts of sunlight Break through leaden clouds Onto sparkling water Gently rippling to the horizon. - - - - - Two butterflies flying high above trees Like tiny yellow kites Drifting far apart Coming together miraculously To kiss again. - - - - - Under the … Continue reading The Roaring Sun
N.B. This post was republished on 14th February 2017 and 14th February 2019. Click to read.