The story of Peter Drinklage. |
| This is the story of Peter Drinklage; a Russian meteorite struck his pad. Ever since then seethe and strain were the rage. Peter’s misfortune made Pravda’s front page; He lived near Sochi with a cool comrade. This is the story of Peter Drinklage. His damaged abode became center stage; he missed the cirrus clouds of Volgograd. Ever since then seethe and strain were the rage. Peter then went on a mini-rampage; he drove to the zoo an embittered lad. This is the story of Peter Drinklage. He saw a miniature horse in a cage; such was a sight making him much more mad. Ever since then seethe and strain were the rage. Onto the beach thinking it would assuage; The Golden Beachball* eased tension a tad. This is the story of Peter Drinklage; ever since then seethe and strain were the rage. 19 Lines (Villanelle) Writer’s Cramp February 15, 2014 *The Golden Beachball is one of Sochi’s finest Sports Bars. Requirements: --Peter Drinklage --Russian meteorite --cirrus clouds --a miniature horse --The Golden Beachball |