Rosalie

Rosalie

by

Patrick Harron

Rosalie was a lonely girl,

but no one knew quite why.

She sat alone in a field of bone,

and looked up at the sky.

She could not hear the heavens weep,

nor hear the angels cry.

All she did was close her eyes,

an' allow herself to die.

The Beast of Skred, A Nonsense Poem

The Beast of Skred

Near an island by the Sea

Lived the Beast of Ilse de Skred

It grakes and groones with eyes of red

And slunkles through the Bay of Dread

Seeking prey to slay instead

If ever you see the grankled beast of Skred

Remember these words or end up dead

Parkle low and stay umbred

Brandish steel and keep your head

For few survive the Beast of Skred