Humpty Dumpty sat on a Wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a Great Fall.
Humpty Dumpty wasn’t so Humpty Dumpty.
Original poetry from myself–no need to thank me. It’s so profound, I had to share it. Feel free to add to it in the comments.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a Wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a Great Fall.
Humpty Dumpty wasn’t so Humpty Dumpty.
Original poetry from myself–no need to thank me. It’s so profound, I had to share it. Feel free to add to it in the comments.
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Dumpty, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing besides remains, Round the decay
Of that colossal shell, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
true
I just laughed out loud and had to explain to everyone around me why. They now think I am eccentric, if not downright challenged. Thanks, guys.