Turncoat
Spazzu on March 26, 2007
Turncoat the raven,
He really likes to drink.
He's killed all his braincells,
Or so we'd like to think.
Bigger than your house,
And still bigger still,
To fill this thirsty raven,
What would be the bill?
He doesn't have any money,
But still has quite a bit,
His blood is even alcoholic,
Even all his spit.
Turncoat, as his name implies,
is quite the traitor,
Instead of helping our dear Vee,
He merely, deviously baited her.
Led her along,
Gave her a poor home,
And when he left, he got a bottle,
And would only drink alone.
:O
Rydel6 at 2:35PM, March 27, 2007
Very cool picture to accompany the good poem.
Crazy Dutchman at 2:05PM, March 27, 2007
Nice poem :) AND a nice drawing