You are the darkness of the day.
What more could i say.
Your very large.
If you could float, you'd be a good barge.
My grunts are heard all around.
because they are my sound
If you dont like it, eat some hawthorn
I wish you'd never been born.
You spoilt my fun.
Made my friends run.
And what did you get from it?
A sick satisfaction, waiting to be claimed.
If i stick at it, you'll get maimed
I would go to a place of hope
but its out of reach, i have no rope.
A ladder would help
I'd fall and give out a yelp.
So thats out of the question.

If i could
I would
You would see im no fool
If anything, im kinda cool.
Im not a poet, and boy, do i know it.

So Reecillia, I leave you this thought.
Your nothing, zero, NAUGHT!

Bram

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Slyphian, in the year 141 MA.