Being zhat time of year, I reflect on zhe last poem of a man looking to write zhe greatest poem in all ze land. I vill try to speak in his accent for full effect. You may be from another land, but I carry your last work zhis very day--2 years after your spiritual rest.
With my last breath comes my demise,
Here is the end, to my surprise.
I had not guessed it would thus,
I thought there would be much more fuss,.
But yet I have succumbed to death,
I stand here now with my last breath.
My time is gone, my days through,
For my last act, here's cheers to you!
A simple Poet,
Binks
With my last breath comes my demise,
Here is the end, to my surprise.
I had not guessed it would thus,
I thought there would be much more fuss,.
But yet I have succumbed to death,
I stand here now with my last breath.
My time is gone, my days through,
For my last act, here's cheers to you!
A simple Poet,
Binks