Apologies to William Blake

[davywavy]

Scooby Doo, Feeling fright,
In the haunted house at night,
What illegal scheme or plan,
Producing ghosts and wolfen man?

But no scary deeps or skies,
Keep thee from thy snacks and pies
On what wings dare ye aspire?
To seize the sausages from the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could firm the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
A yelp of fear, and running feet.

What the hammer? and what the chain,
Dragged by ghost for money gain?
Where the map, and what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When Shag and Scoob threw down their snacks
And fled from fake ghostly attacks:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who found the gold scare thee?

Scooby Doo, feeling fright,
In the haunted house at night,
We all know you will not sway
To put old Willikins away.


Right. To work.

Comments

Re: We are not often amused

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

I'm finding it harder to do this sort of thing as well. I think it is real life and the pressuresof having to pay bills on a regular basis that drains creativity away from creative acts to just living. Irritates the hell out of me as I read stuff I was writing a few years ago and think 'Why can't I do this any more?'