I wrote this about three or four weeks ago, I was feeling very happy for once and I was required to write this for my class, it is about Charlie Chaplin, my favourite actor. I hope that you like it, because my classmates sure did. It is basically my dream of a happy relationship.
Evening Stroll of Laughter
He is an evening pleasure.
To every eye he meets,
As he dances,
he is practically,
walking on the clouds.
He is as gentle as a peach.
A soft man to the core.
As he trots around,
in his spats.
Lonely on the floor.
The world is the wind,
beneath his wings.
For he is a man of platinum,
his Rolls Royce,
His riches...
mean nothing,
He values the laughter,
that he easily receives.
Doing his penguin walk,
on the dance floor.
The happy little man,
makes the grass dance with him.
As he waltzes,
under a purple sky,
to his own tune...
Then...
The sophomoric man,
takes my hand,
and we stroll down the avenue.
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I like the poem earlier about the black candle and tearing the heart out.
ReplyDeleteHahaha, of course you do, you are a horror author. ;O)
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