Election Date: Saturday, 1st December 2007 @ 03:20:16 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: johnnywords crooked in gait strolls the whistling chief shrugging in reply to the people's whim irony awaits the formerly favored their champion unchanged from when carried by them revising the tune, a new song plays sang well as before the composer fresh with smiles familiar, the whistler fades. This poem is Copyright © johnnywords Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=138927