I don't really like the lines that I had to put across the page, but it was the only way I could get there to be breaks between the different parts of the poem.
REVIEWER NOTES
Em Quagmire- You want to know something creepy? Don't tell anyone but, (whispers) We have the same first name! Which is a surprise because the name 'Emily' is soooo uncommon. I mean, I've never met anyone else with that name. It's not like it's the number one baby name in American or anything. Oh no. Thank you, I try to follow Snicket's style. But it helped because finding this collection of poems made me so depressed!
Queenofinsanity- Ah, my faithful reviewer. You really are insane. 'woot, woot'! I've never heard anyone even say that, let alone leave it in a review!
Visualpurple- Yupers. This is based off of The Wasteland by T. S. Elliot. Well, it's only slightly based off it. I just got the idea of using roman numerals from Elliot.
coolmarauders- Very sharp. Yes, the first part was based off 'The Bells'. Thanks for reviewing!
PLEASE DO NOT READ THE SECOND POEM IN THIS COLLECTION OF THIRTEEN POEMS!
II. The Little Snicket Lad
'And then they took him yea they took him,
They took him far away,
They took him in the dead of night,
Beneath a moon of gray.
They took him to their hideout
Where they taught him all they knew
The VFD they took him
And they showed him what to do.
When we show you baby pictures
From the window of a car
You'll soon be doing noble work
Although you'll get a scar.
When you get a coded message
You'll be a volunteer
Watch out for smoke and fires,
The world is quiet here.'
Childhood was sweet, drinking tea
With my siblings, visiting,
The diary farm and reading,
In our huge, vast library, flammable,
From the arched doorway to
the blue sofas near the windows.
And on the arch above the door,
'Amor vincit omnia'
Boldly stating that which is not true,
And shall never be true,
At least in regard to myself.
My favorite books lined,
On the far shelf, the pages,
Bent from sweet use.
'The Bears' Famous Invasion of Sicily'
'Charlotte's Web'
'Green Mansions'
'Les Fleurs de Mal'
'The Three Languages'
My sister's favorite:
'101 Codes'
My brother's favorite:
'Moss Mysteries'
"faire l'amour, c'est faire le mal,"
Dairy farms are quiet, the grazing
White and brown cattle, mooing
Quietly as their sweet milk,
Is surrendered and churned
To make soft cheddar cheese.
Dear Dairy,
I often reflect, when I have the time,
About the misfortunate surrounding life,
And what a dreadful thing it is to be accused,
When in fact you never touched the match.
Now, as I sit, locked in this storage shed,
With no windows or doors, and nothing
But a table and a mirror on the wall,
And my favorite blue typewriter
on my lap, I have time to reflect
And question.
'How long a time lies in one little word?'
'What's in a name?'
'Who in the world am I?'
'Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about?'
'Have you been good to your mother?'
'What was that noise?'
'Y tu, Brute?'
'Where is Count Olaf?'
Oh, my cheesemakers, children
Do not care about questions
Such as those that haunt me
And take away sweetness
Out of life.
When I have finished,
My work done,
The series of woe,
Finished and published:
'Ich kann nicht mehr.'
If you are a reader, please stop.
If you a reader, a volunteer, a traitor,
A banker, an orphan, a Hook-handed actor.
If you're a sweet actress, please do not come near,
For I bring misfortune on those I hold dear,
Stop now! Stop now!
My mother would sing to me on dark,
Moon-less nights, to the tune
Of my favorite TV show,
'Bout the Minnow and her famous
crew with the skipper brave,
and Mary-Ann sweet as sugar,
'Now sit right back and you'll hear
a tale, a tale of a fateful trip,
that started on this tropic port,
aboard this tiny ship.'
Though once she sang
New words, to this
Old dulcet tune:
'When we grab you by the ankles,
You won't be more than ten,
You'll help the world stay quiet but,
You won't see home again.'
PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, OR I WILL BE EVEN MORE DEPRESSED!