Broom's Spell

[Two]

Me Broom's Spell

Cucumbersome I grabeled up the stair

Whot a pickle, falling about me feet

At landing, I phound the door to me lair

I threw her open, and whot did I greet

But me room, hearthless, and grimwold vacant

I turned on her light, and upper warmer

I shouted, but the silence ran rampant

Rock like, nothing cold move or alarm her

I stood stiff, glazing blankly down the halls

Then on came the blower, and some warm sound

Unknown strife glowing offer empty walls

Me ears heard it as I think thought came round

I shook me loose, the fearful spell was broke

How quickly it fled as the furnace spoke

Edited June 28, 2005 by Guest1

[Peredhil]

Very clever!

 

Reminds me of James Joyce, or perhaps even more of John Lennon.