add a line,
down my prickly Spine.
Ouch!
ouch.
wait a minute.
what is that bubbling?
(oh. the fish tank)
Stanky stank!
isnt that just a great word!
this stank,
is it rank,
like Crookshanks?
sharks.
thats all.
sharks.
whats that? ye say?
Whats that? oh,
worry ye self none,
Itsa Pop Tart!
(silent break...48 measures of guns on the wall,
44 more out the door!)
Bah rah rah BOOM de-ay,
Hey.
pum pum.
dumb.
Lumpy lambpie.
Hinky- punks.
Kittle skittles,
piddle paddle fi-daddle...
kookaburra Fiddle faddle!
Bodaddle!
(clarinet solo, five lines of limes)
Now, pick-up to 22,
rest,
rest.
Final Finale,
and....
Hold!
Boom.
The end.
Comments
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liked the musical feel of this, like the words are coming out, as the harmonic instrument itself, as abstract is a gateway to a mind journey, a rankless mode of existance the now as it were now, and so to perform this on stage would add an great extra dimension...... i will have to satisfy with imagination of a dancing pixy with a 60's feel.... loved kookaburra fiddle faddle, and the five lines of limes, very expressive... nice....
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What... the... heck?
I.... Don't... get it.... Is this supposed to be about anything specific? Because it just looks like a mess of words thrown all over the page. This sounds like one of those little rhymes kids make hand games to... And it doesn't rhyme at all, but maybe I just like poetry better when it rhymes... I really don't know what to say about this. It didn't do much for me... I just wasn't feelin it... You can do better than that. Write something that makes sense! -
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poetry comes in many different forms. only we ourselves can judge ourselves properly, ie that we did our best.
not everything we put out there will be understood, but that doesnt mean something is lacking.
thank you for reading, however.
bekah
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Must admit I really liked this gal, nice flow of 'keep their interest through the very end and beyond.
of this;
whats that? ye say?
Whats that? oh,
worry ye self none,
Itsa Pop Tart!
I can relate
Len
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