Dim by Scott M Pratchner Dull sunlight A dreamscape blur And mediocre tale Of lukewarm fire Of nothing dire This bread is turning stale Dragons slain Well almost so And treasure nearly found A half-caught fish A half-baked wish This shout is void of sound Good intentions Like better poems Are wrtten often, true? And when you say "How are you this day?" I'll reply "I'm dim, how are you?" 09/25/2001 Posted on 09/25/2001 Copyright © 2025 Scott M Pratchner Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)