~~~The ESB Calzaghe v. Kessler POETRY PICTORIAL~~~

Well I know how much you love the guy :yep

 

Waiting drenched coming of train.
Murmurs pathing through the rain.
Eager "Hellos - are you going too?"
Not joining in, head bowed to shoe.

Settled aboard hyped chatter loud.
Resounding of brew among the crowd.
Early of day, eyes close tight.
Long it be till coming of fight.

Splashing of water on the ship.
Liquid bought for the trip.
Laughter drowned by a belch.
Not saving up for the welsh.

Passing of time reach of shore.
Time to leave beverage store.
Flocking about danes we are.
Fakely horned for our star.

Land of mist coming of sun.
Stumbling for train in a run.
Sheep replace noisy cars.
Puke by one we call Lars.

Heavy stench in the wagon.
Lighting of the magic dragon.
Wisps of smoke all around.
This is fun, spinning ground.

Here we are let it commence.
Ticketless hopping of fence.
Boring fights more to drink.
Welsh apart from missing link.

Now it comes, cheers in crowd.
Need to sleep coming of cloud.
Hours pass, waking knock.
Missed it all, "what the ****".

 

- but a very likely scenario for me. Never mix drinking with other stuff .

 

Well, if I don't become like in my youth, that would be possible. What do you think of the poem?

 

Thanks for the in-depth analysis, mate - I am likewise quite content with it.

 

:guitar - Well you, Dekkers and New Wind started it - so I better keep up . Thanks for the encouragement. The entire thread is packed with high quality., even from posters in their first try.

 

Epic poems takes longer, but yes - bring some more