by Manu
"This, my friend, was just a test,"
a soul was told when laid to rest
in some holy ground near Bucharest
"Please tell me, what did you like best?"
It took a day to think, but at last, the soul confessed
'It wasn't when I was pretty dressed,
or felt a shiny knight on quest.
It was the fatal night I had a guest.
She knocked and told she traveled west
right down the river to join a poets fest'
after dinner and some, tucked tightly in her nest
the lines she whispered from the depths of her chest
in rhymes and meter perfect, the story full of zest,
that, my Lord, that was my life's very best.'
Seeing the mighty eyebrow raised to its crest,
the soul starts fading, leaving its last manifest,
'Sire, excuse me please, I'm already fully blessed.'
There once was a boy named Manu
Who having little to do
Created a test post
More popular than most
Sacré bleu Manu the ingenue