Ravishing Madness

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing

'Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.

IMO it is my best poem by far.

the irony in first stanza is delightful. my style is madman too, nowdays

the single rhyme gets boring, be more mad

Ya, OK Willy Wonka.

the connection between madness and water and boats is classically correct too, very reminiscent of stultifera navis

the plain rhyming is boring, sorry but this didnt keep my attention past the first 3 lines...

boring

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Zail7Gdqro

This post was edited by technodancer on Mar 7 2009 12:21pm

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