Garlic Guidebook - A Poem
Cedric, you said to keep 'em coming - and so they shall.
Written in 2020.
I hope you enjoy.
Early to bed, late to rise,
That’s what I say, otherwise,
You’ll find yourself a hollow husk,
A god turned suddenly into dust,
Never to return again,
To stalk the night,
A prince of sin,
So early sleep, later rise,
For the man who never dies.
As ever, thanks for reading,
Until next time,
H.E.
Yes. Perfect length for how you handled it too, I think.
Nice!