Todd Likes Slugs

Limerick Poem

My cousin Todd likes to hold slugs.

Although not icky, wicky, bugs.

His sister screamed.

Afraid she seemed.

But to that, Cousin Todd just shrugs.

It happened six years ago on that sunny spring season I was but a hollow man A murky silhouette Walking through the misty Maze of blurred...

High atop the pagoda tower Perched upon with blazing claws The one of fearsome reddish feathers Who bears the mark of death And wields...

Haiku Rewind to the past. Her eyes a sun drip lakeview. The peace I will drink.