I must build a shelter, to fight off the cold.
A rugged fortress lest poachers return –
My bloody blazer, now, filthy fivefold!
I am shivering cold; fire won’t burn.
I stealthily creep seeking higher ground.
With every fear a worn mind can churn,
I crawl beneath some trees; more wood is found.
Two bundles, brushwood: birch twigs, logs, to burn.
I build a warm blaze upon the bare earth.
Then, cook up some vittles: vermin and fern.
While feeding my hunger, I loosen my girth.
Then, see a mineshaft; my hope starts to yearn.
Distantly hidden, completely unmanned.
Through the north woods I come, my bow in hand.
Categories:
mineshaft, adventure, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Brownie
Have a brown snake in me shed,
Been a shooting at old Fred,
Bullets bouncing all around,
Snake a dodging , whizzing round,
Shot me saddle Ned. :(
Reloaded the old twenty two,
Went to the thunderbox, fell through, (toilet over mineshaft)
Must be playing with half a deck,
Timbers caught me by the neck,
Is strangulation due?:(
Staggered out into the yard,
Tripped over a cane toad, called Marge,
Fell upon a snake so large,
So well bitten, I be dead :(
Not alive instead….
Buggering off with sickle Fred,
Deadly, dead dead dead…
Diddly..
Natalie The Rogue Rhymer
Contest Name Die A 'Fun' Death Contest
Categories:
mineshaft, adventure, me, old, me,
Form: Rhyme