More to Come Seely Place was a second home to me, From the best first day of kindergarten, To the day my first baby tooth came free To the day I learned to read, but then Came sixth grade as well as graduation It was time for 7th grade and middle school This new Read more…
Three Limericks There once was a man named Watt, Who always devised cruel plots, One tragic day, Watt turned to clay, So we hid him in a yacht. There once was a cat from Muscat, Who claimed to be thin as a bat, After many years, He ate human ears, And became Read more…
MAN In the morning I awake, With sweat, sorrow and with dread For I know there is no break In the days that come ahead. Oh, woe! The days are so grim, So sad, hopeless, and so bleak, Filled with bitterness and sin Of man’s penance on the weak. They care not for their shrill Read more…
Sebastian studied Edward Lear‘s limericks, and then produced some of his own: Limericks There was a young boy in a pool. Who would fiddle with a spool. Who would nap in the tide, And get o’ so very wide. That lazy, fat boy in a pool. There was an old man with Read more…
Ambition Ambition must be made to counteract Ambition, itself its greatest hindrance. Old ambitions are so often attacked, Crushed, replaced, leaving only an imprint. See, Ambition’s prey is satisfaction, Satisfaction, the result of getting. Getting, the end of a vast reaction, Catalyzed by a sneaky Read more…
