An evening of Unfortunate Events

Somewhere along those travels long..
My weary feet felt not strong..
So at the next inn i rested my feet..
Beers galore did i drink..

When he sat down i barely saw..
His voice a song, pure but a little raw..
His stories he told me lots and more..
A colporteur and a gentleman he seemed to the fore..

Before i knew i was shelling out quid..
The beer got to me or his voice did..
The oeuvre of an artist he made seem great..
Of i curse that wicked twist of fate..

Next in line was a bony lass..
She seemed beautiful , drunk as i was..
To a dance and maybe in the hay a roll..
I decided with her to gambol..

The only hiccup i didnt dream of ever..
Was her beefy boyfriend, a jealous lover..
Two black eyes and a lot less richer..
I left that inn wanting one more pitcher..

To this day i silently ponder..
Which stars shined down in all its splendour..
What syzygy of planets and moons mystical..
Took me by storm in an evening magical..

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About TitoV

The author of this blog doesnt look the part of the kind of guy who would generate the stuff in the posts. Well, looks can be deceptive.

Posted on March 9, 2008, in poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. ahem ahem,,,, nice!!!!!!!

  2. dude… y havent u got a girl yet?? i mean wit a mind tht writes like urs… 4 an average iipm grad… nt bad at all…. u ever tried poetry on a gal???
    im sure u’d make an interestin conversationalist… best of luck…

  3. @XYZ

    maybe coz i have pretty high standards..

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