The spitting image of you and me
he was the apple of my eyes, honestly
growing like a runner weed under the summer sun
so endearingly whimsical, our foolish young one.
Not wiser with age did he grow to be
lazing about, carelessly shuffling his feet
as dense as a london fog he adamantly remained
and we cried till our souls were indelibly stained.
With no backbone our boy grew into half-a-man
bending to people's will was his nifty lifes plan,
with shame I hid myself in our old home
whilst you left me, to restlessly roam.
And so it came to be that I was known
as the mother of our very own village buffoon,
contemptuous sneers and whispers graced my back
I soon got wary of receiving the flack.
Angry as a thundercloud I banished the source
of all my humilities with one whimsical stroke
a single tear dribbled down to commemorate this sin
for I was so cruelly separated from my only kin.
And where he is now, I can only surmise
entertaining some village with his foolish enterprise
You'll find him there, on the yellowed fields he shall lie
undoubtedly waiting for pie to fall from the sky....
Author notes
Cliche poetry. Cliches initalics. Might lack in imagery and metaphors, deal with it! :-/
A contest entry
- Cliche' Ridden, Poetic Device Rhyming Contest by piccola.
450 points, ended August 3, 2008, 8 entries
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it was good ae. i liked it
and it had a nice flow to it 
made me smile
kmp thanks for entering -
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You are welcome!
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THANK YOU FOR ENTERING MY CONTEST You must forgive my tardiness as I've had comp issues in judging! Thanks, good luck!!!!!!!!!!
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What's that you say? Someone's village is missing their idiot? This was rich with cliches, rhymed and told a cute story. Thank you for the entry.
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At first when I read the title I thought maybe this poem was about me, and maybe it is, but still it is really good lol.
Very nice job here.
It's not easy sometimes staying away from cliches.
Antonio
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