Mr. Nobody joined the club of boredom and despair,
Deciding it was dreadful in a state of disrepair.
He offered some suggestions of some things the club could do
To energize the rank and file and motivate them, too.
The comments were accepted with a healthy shout of “Aye!”
With dull enthusiasm made to happen by and by.
The members came excited; things would never be the same,
Unanimously voting it was time to change their name.
The club of boredom and despair became the club content.
They followed his suggestions always getting his consent.
The meetings became parties and the membership was thrilled,
The club knew such fulfillment that great tears of joy were spilled.
The club content excelled and grew in vision and in scope
And promptly changed their name again to club of foolish hope.
Then Mr. Nobody made suggestions like he did before,
To reign indulgent members in, to not always crave more.
They held some secret meetings of the people in the know.
Then said his membership’s revoked, it’s time for him to go.
They asked him were there any last words he would like to say,
Then Mr. Nobody turns his head and silently walks away.
Author notes
The story of my life.
A contest entry
- Hello Writers by luna-midnight.
1000 points, ended August 3, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Well As always pure genius sit!!!!! Excellent!
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I found it funny! A lil sad maybe too.. but hey, you can never please the masses right? And they will always take things to the extreme.. good intentions or otherwise!!
Brilliantly satirical
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...i'm with amera on this one. for someone named mister nobody you sure know how to throw one helluva pity party
you are a jewel in the eye of God. you know this.
love, lane
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You guys never seem to know whan I am kidding, geez. I wrote a little funny poem then I stuck a silly comment. When I asked for money you never sent any. How come all of a sudden I'm serious?
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Very thought provoking write, and so imaginitive, brilliant.
From boredom and despair
to content 
to foolish hope,
with Mr. nobody welcomed and influencing the [club] 
to being black balled,
very sad and tear-wrenching.
I loved the poem and the metaphor of the club, Have three bunnies, and start your own club, you can be president, and black-ball the black balls,
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I love the rythem and meter of this well penned poem. I love the sad theme; I hate the author notes! This is NOT the story of your life. Feeling sorry for yourself does not impress me. Your beautiful mind does impress me so knock off the shit!
Love,
Amera♥
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Amera, I love your new avatar, UMHUM, yessa!!!
It's awesome, none like it. -
Um, that was a joke?
You know nobody ever listens to me.
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Great write
I am not a fan of rhyme but I love the rhyming you did in this piece. Starting as the club of boredom and dispair then changing to the club content then to the club of fools shows a metamorphic change and growth and how we get comfortable and complacent sometimes come to a realization that we have to change get out of our comfort zone and move on.
Move on to biger and better things or even taking a step back stepping down from the pedistal so we can rediscover ourselves.great write!!!!!!
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hmmmm, this suxxs (as in the emotions not the write,lol), but nice write, and has a pretty good flow, thanks for entering and sharing your thoughts.
take care, and good luck
Stephanie ♥
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