Captain Walker flew the Oreo-plane and landed us down here;
this place of rainbow stew we love, where nothing is too clear.
Someday he'll be back again to tell us all his plan;
one never knows exactly when, so we behave the best we can.
One more day to face the fray, and fight off desert dogs;
coyotes dressed in woolen clothes who eat wild boars and hogs.
But in tomorrow morrow land there's plenty for the feast;
carrots, taters, greens, and such, with a piece of roasted beast.
Strange when all we see and do is very well indeed,
no complaining, nothing new, no sense of our own greed.
So when the winter winds do pass, and we all board the flight,
Captain Walker will condemn the ass, and teach us all what's right.
Someday he'll be back again to tell us all his plan;
one never knows exactly when, so we behave the best we can.
this place of rainbow stew we love, where nothing is too clear.
Someday he'll be back again to tell us all his plan;
one never knows exactly when, so we behave the best we can.
One more day to face the fray, and fight off desert dogs;
coyotes dressed in woolen clothes who eat wild boars and hogs.
But in tomorrow morrow land there's plenty for the feast;
carrots, taters, greens, and such, with a piece of roasted beast.
Strange when all we see and do is very well indeed,
no complaining, nothing new, no sense of our own greed.
So when the winter winds do pass, and we all board the flight,
Captain Walker will condemn the ass, and teach us all what's right.
Someday he'll be back again to tell us all his plan;
one never knows exactly when, so we behave the best we can.
Author notes
Delusion often makes life very tolerable, and comfortable indeed...but it's still delusion. The contest prompt was "If we can make it through December..." The point of the poem is that one should be thinking that thought about "today" and planning for February. I'll grant that it's presented extremely sarcastically, I get that way sometimes...no offense intended. Simply my sense of humor on too much caffeine.
A contest entry
- If we make it through December... by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended December 29, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like sarcasm. Sarcasm is good.

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Interesting take on the criteria! The form is good, although not sure it is as effective for the theme.
Otherwise, the indirect slant is different.
I wish you the best.


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Warmly, CookieZeal

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Slanted...
It was a slant on the theme for sure...the prompt just hit me that way for some reason. Thanks for the comment!
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