Late last night, I felt quite weary,
so I took myself to bed.
Something happened, slightly eerie;
was it real, or in my head?
I awoke, and through eyes bleary
(unless I was quite misled),
hanging down from the laqueary
was a vampire, quite undead.
These things don't exist, in theory,
or so I have often read;
but my senses made me leary—
so I jumped right up and fled.
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Author Notes
Today's word: laqueary (n.) a ceiling, the roof of a room.
Just a silly little poem playing with alternating rhymes. No Halloween theme tomorrow, promise.
Image: pixabay.com (public domain)
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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