Time for something a bit different from the usual sports related ramblings, so different in fact..some have called it poetry, something I've never tried...and never intended to try.
Nothing too serious mind, more a light-hearted stab in the dark at storytelling.
The subject matter itself is drawn from my own meandering experiences over the last few years (albeit very briefly).
The back story to this is simple enough, a friend of mine (Jess) messaged me complaining about the never ending essay she was buried under and requested/demanded a story.
So I thought, for a laugh, give the people what they want.
Heres the result:
There once was a man named Richard, who dreamed of being some sort of wizard.
Nothing too serious mind, more a light-hearted stab in the dark at storytelling.
The subject matter itself is drawn from my own meandering experiences over the last few years (albeit very briefly).
The back story to this is simple enough, a friend of mine (Jess) messaged me complaining about the never ending essay she was buried under and requested/demanded a story.
So I thought, for a laugh, give the people what they want.
Heres the result:
There once was a man named Richard, who dreamed of being some sort of wizard.
Stuck in a dead end job, he felt like a nob, he decided to change his ways.
Onwards to college, it went in a flash, with plenty of time spent on the lash.
Like a true student, He wasn't too prudent, bit of a saucy minx.
Soon enough he'd made it to Uni, a
few short years ago the concept was loony.
But nevertheless all very good, he'd finally made it to the HUD.
Onwards to college, it went in a flash, with plenty of time spent on the lash.
Like a true student, He wasn't too prudent, bit of a saucy minx.
Soon enough he'd made it to Uni, a
few short years ago the concept was loony.
But nevertheless all very good, he'd finally made it to the HUD.
- R. Potter, 6th May 2013.
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