Thursday, August 21, 2003
Since everyone else has had so much fun combining the Bad Poetry Generator and fic titles...
The Arithmancer's Apprentice
Though his foot dared cross the line, once drawn
You are unprepared to make face twice
Flacking Penguins to the spawn
Parseltongue
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood dimmed tide
I will always be standing before you with tongues
Virtuous is the piggy back I ride
Imperius Quidditch
So I'll just shut up and strike a pose
THE KITTENS OF GILGAMESH MAKE YOU twitch
But alas this has little to do with prose.
How profound.
| 2:41 PM |
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