My Dream Job.A Poem by Alex WActually True.I have always been a fighter, I almost died very young, But I decided to delay my passing, so I could have some fun.
I have always had a love for death, and mine will be spectacular, for I have always wanted to die, as a famous gladiator.
That would be my dream job, to hear the crowds loud roar, and to fight these fellow brave combatants, until one of us hits the floor.
To pass the time, I would drink ale, and win a ladies heart. then back to the arena, where a fighters head from neck i'll part.
And when I do finally die, I know that as I fall, the crowd will rise from off their seats, and for me they'll applaud.
Fortunately; that times not yet, for that whole heroic saga, so I think i'll try to pull that blonde, and have another lager.
© 2011 Alex WAuthor's Note
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