Ignorance Be Bliss
1.
I think love be quite fastidious
With a priggish clear intent
To fester hurly burly
On whom it should torment.
One thing is absolute...
'Tis that and that shall be.
Love's rudimentary motivation
Be to source my misery.
The End
2.
If ignorance be bliss, and
Foolishness the coinage of the realm.
'Tis dark the days that fade away
With an unknown spectre at the helm.
As we trundle through the shadows
Where pride and arrogance oft compete.
Portion out a spat of hubris and naivete...
Thus our abasement be complete.
The End
3.
A child may fear its shadow
And the perturbations in their head.
They dread the midnight poltergeist
Lurking menacingly beneath their bed.
They may fret about a spelling test
And abhor the dimming light.
They tremble at the boogeyman
Who torments them late at night.
The fear that haunts them most of all.
The fear that shakes them to their core.
'Tis the monster they both love and hate...
Outside their bedroom door.
The End
* Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your uncle.
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