Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Pip and the Prince

Pip and Prince Myshkin convened in the pub,
Placating their bellies with ale and grub.
The locals were breathless in disbelief,
As Charles and Fyodor runically gleamed
And thieved a moment from our time, whose style
Is still syballantly virile. Meanwhile,
The substance of benevolence follows
Shyly. On the marshes or in Moscow,
What a good man is remains unanswered.
The vice of the young to prove they're well-read
Is why Pip and the prince are here, I guess.
"I shouldn't have brought you here", Pip confessed.
And out of dread, the idiot spoke thus:
"We're here to be punished, the both of us".

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