- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
So this was a wee poem i just made up out of pure boredom for your, yes your entertainment.
I was once the king,
Fright I used to bring.
Lurking in the shadows, I neared.
Ruler; to be feared.
Now, though, I sit in shame
Closer to you I became,
The more you ran scared.
Shadowed by bigger, I've been teared.
Of me; now you're not scared.
He stole my place
Forgotten now - I am, all but waste.
And what's more; he done it with class,
I'm now overlooked, tossed aside and looked passed.
It came and it's staying
Now it's lurking, not swaying.
Oh how I miss the power.
But now in the corner, I dribble and cower.