Invader
ACME
I have created some poems for the agents here.
Poem for rose
Poem for Evgeni
A master at cards.
Good with guns too.
Poor Evgeni, what are you to do?
When a girl wants, nothing of you?
You tired with your charm.
It had no effect.
Then it was card tricks.
You got a smile yet?
However not discouraged, you carried on.
Offer a drink, and perhaps a song?
That would get to her, before long.
She just wrinkled her nose, politely said no.
You just stood there, in quiet repose.
Then you offed her, a nice fur hat.
She replied, what would I want with that?
Shyly you asked, how about we go on a date?
Yawning she responded, it is a little late.
Just when you thought, it was at an end.
She offered, we could just be friends.
Poem for rose
No one knows, where you were born.
Into this world , wondrously formed.
Were you brought, from a distant moon?
Or created from, a most magical tune?
Wondrous flower, of marvelous design.
Brilliant blossom, one of a kind.
Mystery and enigmas, about you surround.
Whom innermost thoughts,hard pressed to be found.
Very few, have found the way.
Or know the places, where your feet stray.
A secret garden, is where you are kept.
A certain place, that no one would suspect.
Walls much to steep to climb, feign indifference all the time.
Though if through, those walls you pass.
Most faithful of all, be within your grasp.
A rose that will kindly wait, with the patience of a saint.
With a will, that never bends nor breaks.
Into this world , wondrously formed.
Were you brought, from a distant moon?
Or created from, a most magical tune?
Wondrous flower, of marvelous design.
Brilliant blossom, one of a kind.
Mystery and enigmas, about you surround.
Whom innermost thoughts,hard pressed to be found.
Very few, have found the way.
Or know the places, where your feet stray.
A secret garden, is where you are kept.
A certain place, that no one would suspect.
Walls much to steep to climb, feign indifference all the time.
Though if through, those walls you pass.
Most faithful of all, be within your grasp.
A rose that will kindly wait, with the patience of a saint.
With a will, that never bends nor breaks.
Poem for Evgeni
A master at cards.
Good with guns too.
Poor Evgeni, what are you to do?
When a girl wants, nothing of you?
You tired with your charm.
It had no effect.
Then it was card tricks.
You got a smile yet?
However not discouraged, you carried on.
Offer a drink, and perhaps a song?
That would get to her, before long.
She just wrinkled her nose, politely said no.
You just stood there, in quiet repose.
Then you offed her, a nice fur hat.
She replied, what would I want with that?
Shyly you asked, how about we go on a date?
Yawning she responded, it is a little late.
Just when you thought, it was at an end.
She offered, we could just be friends.
