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Save Me From Yourself
by Genevieve Sturrockyour condescending chilvary
is wearing quite thin
and your suit of armor
which was coated in tin
is starting to rust
and crack at the seams
what a nightmare you've made
of my sweetest dreams
so i'm grabbing my cloak
and your sword off the shelf
get out of my way
i'll just save myself 08/21/2007 Author's Note: tag! you're it.
Posted on 08/21/2007
Copyright © 2024 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sigurdur Haraldsson on 08/21/07 at 11:38 PM Just one note, tin doesn't rust. I don't know if it crusts, though :)
Good imagery. I enjoyed it. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 08/22/07 at 12:45 AM Yeah! Tag 'em hard with that sword after tying 'em up in the cloak. Tagged indeed! This was very satisfying, having been the recipient of "condescending chivalry" m'self a time or two. Rubs my fur the wrong way. Love it. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 08/25/07 at 12:52 AM LOL good one! |
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