Feb 271998

Title: Entreaty
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings: Self-sporking
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica, #6. February 27, 1998. It's a joke. A taunt. A not so gentle fork in the face, mostly directed at myself. This was when I decided I was going to publish a book of shitty sonnets, and stick this on the back cover.

To wit, to word, I put my pen to page
To write a book of sonnets from my life
With unrequited love and senseless rage,
With which it seems my circumstance is rife

I'm sitting with a silly chap called Squee
Whose ears stick out like badly hung screen doors
When it dawns on me I have to pee
But the doors are locked, so I drink more

So follow me, if you have got the gall,
And if your interests run toward the strange,
Come and sell your soul to Thibert Hall,
And let me write a story of your pains

And in the street I'd give a kindly look
If you would just give in, and buy this book

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