Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Okay, so I wrote another poem for PBK, but it's slightly different than the others in that, the first line doesn't rhyme with the rest of the first stanza. What do you all think? Should I try and rewrite the first stanza? [[|:-\ The Wishy-Washy Wakizashi The wishy-washy wakizashi, Once owned by The Slam-Your-Eye Samurai, A really overbearing bugbear guy, Forced to use the handle to slam your eye. A sword folded over two hundred times, But has second thoughts about doing crimes, And sometimes it bluffs, feints, and pantomimes, Things that make headlines in The London Times. It can’t make its mind up, choose, or decide, You’ll soon find out it might not take your side, Even when blows come and your swords collide, You might need to retreat to where you’ll hide.