Mystic Rose Rose Poet Sonnet

Sour Grapes

My Tribute To:  A Loser   

Cometh hither and drink my sour grapes 
for it was  you that spoiled the taste with haste 
You took your sweet wine from vagrant apes 
who can't tell cheap from good oh what a waste 
Each night you went to the bar and got drunk 
spend every dollar we had on cheap wine 
You came home smelling like a pissing skunk 
down in the cellar you went there you pined 
I took my case and ran away from home 
to my mother who loved me from the start 
I left you penniless, drunk, and alone 
and I did this because you ripped my art... 
Cometh hither and drink your cheep red wine 
thanks to you,  I lost a fardel of time. 

August 27, 2018

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Matthew Anish August 29, 2018 at 8:41 PM Your tell a sad tale here - I hope it fiction. What does fardel mean? Moving... Peace & Love Matthew Anish Mystic Rose Rose September 2, 2018 at 3:53 PM Fardel means a bundle, of something, its old English

Winged Warrior August 29, 2018 at 8:45 AM A strong message in poetic form... well-crafted Pixie...love & light...^WW^

Chris Green August 27, 2018 at 3:28 PM Fantastic, very loud and understood. Some people just don't get it. They have a good life and piss it away...just like a skunk. I could feel the emotions and the anger and the pain in this completely.

Nette Onclaud August 27, 2018 at 1:47 PM pixie, this is a daunting read especially the fourth line... he'd better back off!...huggs

Jan Allison August 27, 2018 at 6:54 AM he sure was a loser Pixie , loved the pissed skunk line - that is so descriptive!!!:-) hugs Jan xx

Vijay Pandit August 27, 2018 at 6:43 AM He deserved it..a story well told my friend..you excel in every form..magic in your words, Pixie.