On fresh knobby knees
The fawn takes its first spring steps
Sinking to the bottom, wearing shoes of cement
The fish gathered round to sing Cupid's lament.
Everywhere I look
there is something-
The fine haired tip
Touches Indian ink,
Absolute numbness
From the breath I can't catch-
'Twas the Night before Christmas,
And through this whole country,
The priceless string of an oyster's charge,
Finally back in my possesion.
A deafening shine
Echoed in each drop;
Over the real red Crans.
Author notes
I couldn't choose between my favorite teachers...I love them all!
hahahahahahahaha!
A contest entry
- Insane Tributes to Favorite Teachers... Build a tribute poem by stealing lines from your own poetry... by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 21, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
^_^
Comments
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GREAT
VERY,VERY
DIFFERANT AND VERY ORIGANAL
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LIONS HAVE PRIDE!!!
What an interesting read this one is! I must admit, I was a bit confused at first. As I was reading, it got more and more fun and captivating!! Great job!!
and love
Nyetta
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LIONS HAVE PRIDE!!
So curious and engaging, very creative, captivating, calls to mind Lewis Carroll. A personal touch with an eclectic mix.
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Brilliant
I loved all the things portrayed with this, it just was a lovely montage of all the wonderful people who influence our life!
I loved all the different ways you portrayed them, it was amazingly done
And very clever, very clever indeed
Well done
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Not Bad
I was suprise d1 of my fav poets Melodies posted such a contest & I chose not to enter for the better of me but any ways my point being is that I recognize your lines from your poems and this cracks me up. this is quite an insane poem in a good manner yet it is also a very well penned one too. any ways really enjoyed the portrayel of your raw depth through out this poem. any ways excellent work and very good luck to you in the contest.
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Oh, the Christmas line and oyster line... oh my gosh... so sparky!
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OH MY GOSH>>>
On fresh knobby knees
The fawn takes its first spring steps
Sinking to the bottom, wearing shoes of cement
The fish gathered round to sing Cupid's lament.
Is this not just the most wonderful four lines you have ever read? I love this funny poem so MUCH! It is wildly mad and very satisfyingly happy. 
lol Oh, how I love random poetry.
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