Thursday, July 28, 2011


Just thought I'd have a little fun today, well, er, actually last night but nonetheless.  Anyhow, this would completely be an outtake if the poetry world were operated similarly to the music industry.  Just something I threw together while listening to some Sinatra.  Yep, it's true, while I am a self-proclaimed evangelist for Metal, I also like many other types of music as well.  Anyhow, I'm pretty sure you'll figure the song, despite the obvious digression or two I took. 

Doo be doo be doo
Dah dah da da
Doo be doobie do

Snow is swirling from the wind
The ground has grown mighty thin
Yet they continue
Marching through the ice

Lemmings filing through the cold
No time for loving, no time to know
Just disgruntled songs and rhythmic shuffling
Of feet, webbed and soft
Pushing forms in directions lost

Dangers but a dance away
A slow and moving touch of grey
Can't help but get cold
When you’re marching through the ice

…Death was but a ledge away
For those marching through the ice

Doobie doobie do
Doo bee do be doo


  1. haha that was fun, rhyming once again well done. Admit I have no idea what song it is, as very few Sinatra songs I know. But either way off the lemmings will go, through sleet, hail and snow.

  2. ha. i much prefer metal myself...