• Published 12th Nov 2012
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The Pi (and other very random stories) - Sir Squidfish



Something I cooked up to get all that really random rambling out of my system.

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Rock

Rock (A dramatic reading)

Ahem.

My name is Maud.

This is a poem about a rock.

It is called Rock.

All my poems are called Rock.

...

Because they're about rocks.



Rock.

You are cold, like a rock.

You are a cold rock.

You are grey, like a rock.

Rocks are grey.

You are a grey rock.

Rock.

You are a stone's throw away from being gone.

Gone away.

Because you are a stone.

Rocks are stones.

Don't go away, Rock.

Stay in your box.

In your rock box in my pocket.

A pocket rock.

Rock.

You are a mystery, Rock.

You sit in stony silence,

Saying nothing.

Because you are a rock.

And rocks can't talk.

Rock.

You are a rock.

Rock.

Thank you.

"Thank you" is not the last line of the poem.

The last line was "Rock." Because it's a poem

About rocks.

Thank you.