My Wolverine heart,
It cusses, and swears
Smokes like a chimney,
And downs several beers
Its ways are quite rustic, yet hard to resist,
It’s adamantium love does come out with a snikt
And unlike an ogre, it don’t have no layers,
It stalks like a hunter, to catch you unawares
My Wolverine heart,
Is ancient, but un-aged
It feeds on amnesia,
And berserker rage
Struts like a bully, but it’s really quite tame,
Will go for a ride for, the hint of a dame
Expose its belly, for what, belly rub,
But if you mess with it, then you’ve had it, bub
My Wolverine heart,
Is stunted, but tough
The best that there is, at
Whatever it does
Slice it, and dice it, shred it to threads,
Burn it to cinders, beat it to pulp
When you're done with it, when you are through
It will heal right over, and get good as new
Yes it’ll heal in a jiffy, and pounce back on you
26.4.05
heart alias wolverine
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3 comments:
Ahh, dont i know how true it, how true. :-)
And aye... Wolverine poem,,, Wow! And i mean WOOOWWWW!...Bro, you've certainly bestowed upon the keenly anticipated rhythmic contours to it now. Wow!!!!!!! This is me, at one and a half hours past midnight standing under your coveted throne embellished finely with super characters all over it by your religiously fervent love for super comic characters... Clapping n singing in appreciation and waiting... for i donno what. Good 1!!
Words Worth: Well, er... with a little help from friends of course.
Bhavv: Glad you like it as much as I loved penning it.
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