Testing poundage by the minute
were swell-handled mallets.
Strung from 1960 pegging,
sounding off when gust barged in.
Six mummified hay-bales
payed tribute as headstones
to the riverbed, concave flooring
kept unswept for a decade.
Broke-down chains still held struggle
of young oxen by the blood-marks.
Not since Carter such a storm brewed.
She made light of oaken rafters.
Yet a sale was found in township,
who could refuse a fixer-upper?
Pondering twisters from his Mazda,
he recalled Mr. P.T. Barnum.
Author notes
"There's a sucker born every minute."
- P.T. Barnum
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration VII by Samplette.
1000 points, ended June 7, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Intriguing write ...
and I expect even Mr. Barnum might have been amused. (One never knows.)
Good luck in the contest.
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I like this alot.
Great job,I especially like the oxen part about the chains.
Great job bro.
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This was a wonderful write, I liked the reference to Carter in the second to last stanza. Also, "pondering twisters from his Mazda" was a bit of play on words to me, which I enjoyed thoroughly. All the best
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I couldn't help but chuckle...I watch the fixer up shows all the time and I thought of that as well. A good write. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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i love it all and when i saw the inspiration i thought WOW... brilliant... as usual do you ever get tired of hearing it???
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yeah...prime real estate for sure! Love the 'mummified hay-bales'..
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