Every Sunday I post an original poem.
There once was this erstwhile poet
Who swore, “I’ll post Sundays, ya know it!”
But a weekend away
Left no time to stray
So the conference* caused him to blow it.
*Project Horseshoe, that is. Where there were multiple limericks delivered, in fact. Plus that old blue joke about the bagpipe and the octopus who walks into a bar.
Posting the Sunday Poem each week has become an interesting exercise. For one, few of you read them. For another, it’s something alien enough to the game world that I doubt most regular readers of the blog have any interest. I am sure that the various marketing types who hang out here would tell me that it “dilutes the brand” to some degree, because blogs that are tightly focused (and unambiguous, and full of bullet points!) are the ones that quickly get lots of traffic. Ah, the odd ways in which commerce intrudes.
Once upon a time there were
One hundred kings all in a castle.
Each one had his own bedroom
And thrones with golden tassles.
They had red robes and silver crowns,
Big halls with walls of stone!
But when they ate their dinners,
They ate them all alone.
The land is under the sky
And the ocean is under the sky
But the land is also under the ocean.
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There are lions in the middle of Vegas.
They sleep on plastic floors, and hunt nothing
To the chimes of endless treasure.
