More than a year ago, I played a scarecrow character in a D&D one-shot. The scarecrow’s hobby was writing poems, so I wrote some in preparation for the session. Here they are.
Magpies
One for sorrow, two for sorrow,
Three for sorrow, four for sorrow,
Five for sorrow, six for sorrow,
Seven for sorrow.
Oath to a Nightingale
My heart aches, as I think of thee up there,
Beyond the reach of land-locked boot, above,
Where in this wretched form I can but stare
And dream to climb, to grasp in flaccid glove
Thy neck. O, what torture dost thine presence teach,
What bitter longing blossoms in my breast.
Away with thee! Thou smugly winged turd
Perched high beyond my reach.
Away with thee! But lo, furled wings, at rest.
Fuck you, you smelly nightingale bird.
Blackbirds
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing,
So they put it back to cook
Until you couldn’t hear a thing.
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
There came suddenly a tapping, tapping at my chamber door.
Not awaiting invitation, to my seething indignation,
In there flew a smelly Raven landing on my chamber floor.
I threw daggers at the Raven as it sat there on the floor.
And the Raven was no more.