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The terrible tale of script weasel

Poetry By: theeverevolvingepithet
Humor



Based on a true story, a short poem dedicated to the dastardly deceit of a writing collective's loose end.
this is non-fiction enhanced with northern diction, enjoy :)


Submitted:Jun 5, 2012    Reads: 28    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I come to you with palms outstretched

To tell a tale tumultuous, it involves a wretch!

A letch! So I hope for no tetchy comments!

Let the tale of script weasel commence!

He'll hide in the s-bend while you poo

There's nothing script weasel won't do

To hawk those scribblies on the sly

It must give script weasel a high

Hell bent on try'na be top dog

But we all know he'd eat the logs

That drop down from a buyer's ass

I do hope this part ain't too crass!

Even telling this tale, I could lose my head!

It was told in confidence but this must be said

So kittlins and pupplets, please go to bed

With calm thoughts and keen eye to care

I'd hate for them to think script weasel is waiting there!

Don't be alarmed! Don't be afraid!

Atop his head someone needs to wrap a spade

Form a gang, who d'ya run with, punk?

Catch 'im quick kids, don't let him slunk

Back into crevices and sewers below

That's all for now, but at least y'all know :)





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