‘Twas rare that ordinary folk had e’er beheld the make
Of such a one that dwelt below the boulder by the lake.
But there it bided in the dank, the dark, and smelly rot,
When one gets to the end of one's rope, and all one can do is let go, one might finally realize that there really is something that will break the fall.
The little fellow was a flea.
He said, “I’m looking for a spot, you see,
To settle down and raise a fam,
And take their pictures with a cam;
The Way of the Polémixen
Fifty thousand years had passed since the Polémixen had visited that particular planet, the one with the Hominoi. That was what the Polémixen had decided to call them; it was perhaps an adjective more than it was a designation.
I’m being bothered by a dream
That takes me to the edge of madness;
It happens when I’m waking up,
‘Cause I’m waking up within the dream.
Once, I sat atop a mountain
And looked across a vale,
Followed turns along a river
That weaved a windy trail.
Soon, I gazed upon an ocean