Cloudy Moon

Hehehehe. Almost forgot, the Arts fest of college was gng on, and I took part in Poetry writing. With a crappy topic given to us, I jostled up my rusting creative nerves, and they produced something!. Well, this is all I remember from what I wrote - Read it and weep!

CLOUDY MOON Sitting beside the bubbly river, It was cold and I began to shiver. Opened a bottle of some cheap red wine And took a swig, although I knew it was bad for my liver.

---------------------------- I was not sober, and was laying beside some gobar Oh look at the cloudy moon, I say it looks like a buffoon

------------------------- -------------------------[Don't remember] There seemed to be a red pall over my eyes, As if the red wine was washing all my vice

I thought I grew claws, and I began to stutter And then I thought, maybe I forgot to use the nail cutter Why was all this happening, the wine? If it was, then I'd kill that shopkeeper - that bloody swine

Of look at the cloudy moon, Yeah, it still looks like a buffoon   Why do we take alcohol, its effects are weird I know why, our senses they are cheered There is another advantage, the alcoholics they are feared Coz they end up sporting, a near weird beard

Oh Look at the cloudy moon! Whoa!, it does not look like a buffoon

The effects of alcohol was taking its toll Without moving, I took a stroll My friend asks me, what is up w/ me and alcohol I walked zigzag and I took a fall

This, reminds of Black and White A game, in which your ape can fight And then there is RTCW, in which Anoop Gets so scared, he forgets how to poop

I came back from the drunken trip I woke up and I heard something rip I tried to wake up with a flip Ended up at the hospital on a drip

Damn you, Cloudy Moon Why do I have to end this poem so soon

Tthank you thank you!!! Yeah I know it has nothing to do with the topic, but hey, a guy has to have some fun rite...:D