Impenitent
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"Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening"
As I was walking down the road
Two witches I did meet
I should have known what this forebode
As they were the first to greet
Had I seen their brother so dear?
T'where this path went along
With him they had been walking near
Then pooft, and he was gone
Their countenance was a mixed bag
Eerily more than good and bad
Tho one certainly displayed my flag
A common evil they both had
"Brother penned pussy little rhymes, in yonder glen
As do you, tho bright and blue
And hadn't you landed thereabouts, about then?
With those socks merely changing hue?"
As i learned, brother had been the black sheep
Friendly and well thought
While sisters were most dark and bleak
Had brother vanished, by their hands t'was wrought
Had brother returned with motives untoward?
His new words more strident and stringent
This could reverberate thru the board
What if he is seeking vengeance?
Could this transfiguration become complete
Beyond my will or knowledge?
But I awoke with rhyme and meter replete
With focused anger I've yet to acknowledge
As I was walking down the road
Two witches I did meet
I should have known what this forebode
As they were the first to greet
Had I seen their brother so dear?
T'where this path went along
With him they had been walking near
Then pooft, and he was gone
Their countenance was a mixed bag
Eerily more than good and bad
Tho one certainly displayed my flag
A common evil they both had
"Brother penned pussy little rhymes, in yonder glen
As do you, tho bright and blue
And hadn't you landed thereabouts, about then?
With those socks merely changing hue?"
As i learned, brother had been the black sheep
Friendly and well thought
While sisters were most dark and bleak
Had brother vanished, by their hands t'was wrought
Had brother returned with motives untoward?
His new words more strident and stringent
This could reverberate thru the board
What if he is seeking vengeance?
Could this transfiguration become complete
Beyond my will or knowledge?
But I awoke with rhyme and meter replete
With focused anger I've yet to acknowledge