Category: Rhyme
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Tombiekins
In the Mansion Where the floorboards creak Resides a being Of which no-one speaks With maddened eyes And celadon complexion A haunting grimace And macabre reflection A zombie of sorts Mixed with vampire blood Tombiekins knows He is misunderstood Limbs akimbo Ears in the air And other loose body parts Strewn everywhere Deep within Lies a complicated…
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Banished!
They went to the land of rock and ice And claimed it as their own The locals thought that wasn’t nice And quite firmly sent them home
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The Fog
He stands there blinking, looking up. The fog fills the darkness like liquid in a cup. Swirling around, making patterns as it falls. It fills the void as frustration calls. Silence. Emptiness. Nothing to hold on to. Suddenly a face appears, providing a clue. “Beryl” he shouts out with relief, but then curses again his…
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Magical May
White Rabbits for May! May the month be magical. May the month be fun. May the month be full of joy. Starting as we may go on.
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A Natural Glow
Red sky at night is such a delight particularly around sunset. The day starts to cool as is generally the rule, reasonably at sunset. The glow starts to grow as the light starts to go at sunset. But seeing this sight at the start of the night, shows the natural magic of sunset.
The Mansionic Perspective 