Having dodged several

hefty sacks

of swinging sand,

a spin-off sect

of gamely puns

& a minion

of undead

but rather lovely nuns

- I uncovered a black ink Biro.




Further down that tow path

several eventual days

later

I stumbled across

the cadaver

of a stationary magnate

- with his pocked stuffed full

- packed with blank paper.




But what to write about?

Shit knows,

I dunno

...