The Rock
by Jareth Valentine

One day, many years ago,
I found a magic rock.
And, unlike all the other stones,
this one knew how to talk.

It talked about all kinds of things,
like kings that didn't last.
It spoke of ancient prophecies
and creatures of the past.

But, alas, it wouldn't stop,
That cursed, wretched stone.
It kept on talking, day and night.
It never ceased it's drone.

And so, one morning, I went out
when no one was around.
I threw the stone into a pond,
And let the damned thing drown.