Friday, 8 June 2012

Comic 1064 - Front Door

As I walk to my door, looking cool (ish)
My thoughts tend to turn to the ghoulish.
I quicken my pace
Though there's never a trace
Of real danger. I look rather foolish.

Original comic here.

I don't know whether you noticed, or whether it worked, but what I tried to do here was quicken the rhythm of the limerick through the third and fourth lines, before the abrupt halt in the fifth. To match the quickening pace in the graph, you see.

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