Una Poema

Una Poema en el estilo pervertido de William Shakespeare.

Mementos, memorabilia,

paraphernalia, tiny trinkets,

trifles, truffles,

All serve to remind me

Of the things that I’d nearly forgotten,

But the rush of the flood waters doesn’t overrun the dam

So I forge a new time capsule,

And zip up the slips and scraps in the pit of a pouch

To see what rips first

When next we meet again.

And in the meantime

Get thee hence! And with haste;

For thou wilt only be i’the way

Whilst another here holds sway

Would that memories could burn as swift as sheets

Yet gladder still am I, who has them e’er for keeps.