Circa 1981 (Editor's Note: Jeezus)
I didn't really expect it you know.
It was the furthest thing from my mind
When I ventured forth on one of my
Lone and dreary walks. (Editor's note: Like that really happened in Toledo, OR.)
But I chanced upon some long forgotten trail,
Down among the willows there, (Editor's note: Again, really???? By your house in Toledo?)
And some unknown hand led me on to a
Misty glade where dreams are born.
And there it was, so obscenely innocent.
With its silver hooves that walk in time,
Its liquid eyes which pierce one's soul.
And a pearly spire gracing its magnificent head. (Editor's note: OMG, SERIOUSLY?)
It spoke then, and its music seemed to light on
Unknown secrets buried deep within.
How could I have known that I was now
So different from before and
My head filled up with joy? (Editor's note: I am throwing up a bit right now. Just so you know.)
Oh for FU#@'s sake, this poem goes on and on, ad nauseum. I will spare you the overwrought stanzas that follow. Please know that I ACTUALLY SUBMITTED THIS IN A CREATIVE WRITING CLASS, lo, those many years ago and got an "A" on it. Gawd. And carefully copied it in my best handwriting into a little notebook with a unicorn & lustful maiden couple painted on the cover. Which I still have, cringe-worthy as it is, and it is filled with vast amounts of similar verse. Introspection, thy view is cruel . . .
I didn't really expect it you know.
It was the furthest thing from my mind
When I ventured forth on one of my
Lone and dreary walks. (Editor's note: Like that really happened in Toledo, OR.)
But I chanced upon some long forgotten trail,
Down among the willows there, (Editor's note: Again, really???? By your house in Toledo?)
And some unknown hand led me on to a
Misty glade where dreams are born.
And there it was, so obscenely innocent.
With its silver hooves that walk in time,
Its liquid eyes which pierce one's soul.
And a pearly spire gracing its magnificent head. (Editor's note: OMG, SERIOUSLY?)
It spoke then, and its music seemed to light on
Unknown secrets buried deep within.
How could I have known that I was now
So different from before and
My head filled up with joy? (Editor's note: I am throwing up a bit right now. Just so you know.)
Oh for FU#@'s sake, this poem goes on and on, ad nauseum. I will spare you the overwrought stanzas that follow. Please know that I ACTUALLY SUBMITTED THIS IN A CREATIVE WRITING CLASS, lo, those many years ago and got an "A" on it. Gawd. And carefully copied it in my best handwriting into a little notebook with a unicorn & lustful maiden couple painted on the cover. Which I still have, cringe-worthy as it is, and it is filled with vast amounts of similar verse. Introspection, thy view is cruel . . .
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