"The Dreaded Rosaly"
I was on my way to writing a fancy poem, but I got distracted by brushing my teeth, making a Jack Sparrow meme, and other such things.
Bleh. On my drive back home, I was soooo excited for everything! Now, I'm just something else besides excited about everything.
Halitosis. I don't know why that word has been floating in my head. I don't even know what that is.
Hah!
hal•i•to•sis |ˌhaliˈtōsəs|
noun
technical term for bad breath.
It's nap time. It's computer time. It's bad breath. What?!
It's nap time. It's computer time. It's time to play a game. It's time to eat something. I need more vegetables.
Scissors and quarters. Board game: I'm making one. I think its first draft is pretty much finished; I just need to make a few more example ships.
Maybe it's bed time. It's just that I rarely feel like I properly completed a day. I often feel as though I missed something or as though I didn't do whatever I was supposed to do. Although, today was a good day. (Technically, yesterday was the good day.) This consciousness cycle was a good consciousness cycle. I spent most of with family — and especially with Megan!
I love her — in the official commitment way but also in the she's my crazy best friend way.
I got to hang out with her today. It brought me joy. I think that's why I was so excited! as I was driving home, but quietness is kicking in.
The Dreaded Rosaly
In blackened night with nary a star,
You'll see the Dreaded Rosaly.
With blackened hair like cannon tar,
She is the Dreaded Rosaly:
Her whipping hair, like whipping ropes,
Upon her dreaded, curléd pate;
With fairest face of moonlit hue;
With flinted eyes; with swaying gait.
Beware her winsome smile and charms;
A crocodile's tears are they.
She'll snap you up and slit your throat
And merrily be on her way.
A fearsome foe she is at sea
With craft and guile to match the worst.
I know not whether she or prey
Would count the more as grimly cursed.
The plague of seven seas she is —
As merciless as the sea herself.
Not e'en nine circles of hell could hold
The wrath she paints across the reef.
There's little known about her truth,
For blood is all that follows her.
As quiet as the mist at night,
She comes and goes without a stir.
Thus, my son, I warn you now:
Keep both eyes sharp on the sea.
Beware the gentle lull that hides
The Dreaded Rosaly.
Bleh. On my drive back home, I was soooo excited for everything! Now, I'm just something else besides excited about everything.
Halitosis. I don't know why that word has been floating in my head. I don't even know what that is.
Hah!
hal•i•to•sis |ˌhaliˈtōsəs|
noun
technical term for bad breath.
It's nap time. It's computer time. It's bad breath. What?!
It's nap time. It's computer time. It's time to play a game. It's time to eat something. I need more vegetables.
Scissors and quarters. Board game: I'm making one. I think its first draft is pretty much finished; I just need to make a few more example ships.
Maybe it's bed time. It's just that I rarely feel like I properly completed a day. I often feel as though I missed something or as though I didn't do whatever I was supposed to do. Although, today was a good day. (Technically, yesterday was the good day.) This consciousness cycle was a good consciousness cycle. I spent most of with family — and especially with Megan!
I love her — in the official commitment way but also in the she's my crazy best friend way.
I got to hang out with her today. It brought me joy. I think that's why I was so excited! as I was driving home, but quietness is kicking in.
The Dreaded Rosaly
In blackened night with nary a star,
You'll see the Dreaded Rosaly.
With blackened hair like cannon tar,
She is the Dreaded Rosaly:
Her whipping hair, like whipping ropes,
Upon her dreaded, curléd pate;
With fairest face of moonlit hue;
With flinted eyes; with swaying gait.
Beware her winsome smile and charms;
A crocodile's tears are they.
She'll snap you up and slit your throat
And merrily be on her way.
A fearsome foe she is at sea
With craft and guile to match the worst.
I know not whether she or prey
Would count the more as grimly cursed.
The plague of seven seas she is —
As merciless as the sea herself.
Not e'en nine circles of hell could hold
The wrath she paints across the reef.
There's little known about her truth,
For blood is all that follows her.
As quiet as the mist at night,
She comes and goes without a stir.
Thus, my son, I warn you now:
Keep both eyes sharp on the sea.
Beware the gentle lull that hides
The Dreaded Rosaly.
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