A long, long time ago, probably back in December 2005, I started to write a poem. I began writing about a man who lived in a library. Anyway, it's been lost from 2 computers and both times I've juuust about managed to remember how it went. Only this time... I'VE FINISHED IT. OH YES. YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST. ['part from maybe Rosie who I've just texted in my excitement. Yes, it
is that big a deal.]
It's basically a short children's story in poem for... I like to think it's kind of
magical. Though you might call it other things... like, "WTF ANNA IT'S 54 VERSES LONG! D:" Don't let that put you off. GIve it a go. Please? Only if you're bored, mind. It's not worth doing it as an actual thing you want to do, you know? Put yourself in the mindset of a [slightly disturbed] fairly young person before you read it.
Anyway, here you go:
( The Man Who Lived in the Library )PHEW. Dear god, that's long D: It's only here because it's been going on for SO LONG and I want to celebrate its finish :P I'm sure Rosie will do so with me ^_^
ALMOST A YEAR SINCE DYLAN MORAN MARK 2. OOOH love, ooooh lover booooyyyy, whatcha doing tonight? HEY BOY.