Thursday, January 24, 2013

365 Poems in 365 Days: Dealing With The Undead

Number 16. So far behind! Maybe I should write some short ones[1].

When the priest found out why he was dead
He put bread in his mouth and cut off his head

Vampires make an appearance in this project, and not for the last time.

[1] Short ones have no room to conceal dodgy bits, so take surprisingly long to polish.
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