That's a slightly worrying little poem, given that there's no preamble to explain it. I hope everything is alright :)
The pretender It's what you call it before your arm gets bruised, It's just a little pre-tender And the guy you go and show it to Is called... the pre-mender?
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That's a slightly worrying little poem, given that there's no preamble to explain it. I hope everything is alright :)
The pretender
It's what you call it before your arm gets bruised,
It's just a little pre-tender
And the guy you go and show it to
Is called... the pre-mender?
The Pretender
My people live in
A world of my creation
Deep within the mind
The Pretender
From the imagination in my head,
Spring up world, not yet read.
Inside this I like to hide.
Pretending that I live inside,
These prefect places still untouched.
By the Encorrubtible Much!
*giggles* inspired by Morrigan's poem above and my own slightly brain tired state of the moment... I need a week long nap!
:)
Greg - yeah, I wanted to come up with something less... cryptic, but couldn't manage it.
Cute slant on the prompt, I'd never have seen it coming :)
Morrigan - beautifully summarized :)
Cathryn - it is fun to pretend to live in our made up worlds, isn't it?
And yes, I could go for a week long nap as well...
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