Avast me hearty a vast new world aproaches
No more shall we see the sea as a roost for the night
The crows nest shall at last be empty of the dawn chorus.
So saying the captain,
capitalising on both the good fortune and weather we were enjoying
hove to towards the moonlit sky.
Having hailed from Haversham,
Harry felt somewhat disturbed by this sudden change of direction, but put it down to the decline in decimalisation tactics described by the delegation of the town of derby.
In a previous permutation of perambulatory premise he would of course had stayed the course without preconception.
Unfortunately ulrich the unicorn utility man had forsaken the drink and was now without a bottle.
Thus the crew of the crestfallen Carrion carried of the captain to the sound of cheering when they docked in the dockyard that night.
many a day it would be before they saw daylight,
prefering the cover of a corselet moon.
Author notes
dont ask me i only write them.
i was lost after parallelalism
"with up so floating many bells down"
A contest entry
- The Sound and the Fury by demetrah10.
600 points, ended March 10, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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Your use of alliteration is fantastic. Wow, what skill! I really like the narration of this poem - it is whimsical, fun, and well-crafted. I think the only pitfall here is that the poem's cadence is quite weak - at points it is awkward and cumbersome. However, I think your alliteration, which is so wonderful, is the main focus of the poem. Overall, great job! Thanks for entering.
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