John Thaddeus was as maddeus
hell, he shouted, "Well
I'm up the spout with a shout, no clout,
no sound found, I doubt
I can raise a smile for a mile
or so, must go for a run in the sun
to cheer with beer my sadness, badness;
gladness no more, I'm sore
that's sure to endure
I will not gloss my loss,
the baking, raking pain,
no you, no two,
no us."
Author notes
Lost soul?
A contest entry
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omgosh rule #2 what was it dear I was afraid to look. I quiet liked this it was funny.. your clap remark was NAUGHTY. I think these were Cabbage patch kids?? =) So how have you been my friend?
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One of your more interesting pieces here. I think it's the SECOND fullstop which makes the piece particularly moving. I think I feel a clap coming on.
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Hee, hee!!! You've given me the miserable clap for an unstarted, unfinished, masterwork. But - a brilliantn observation neverthewhen.
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Some of you poetry critics! Don't you know a pair of beady eyes when you see them?
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Name: John Thaddeus
Please observe rule #2!
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