Array ( [sid] => 185399 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Teachings Of Wikipedia [time] => 2018-08-31 22:03:27 [hometext] => I lost my sense of smell and many people believed it was something sinister. Happy to say that after a few years Im still alive and kicking [bodytext] => Experts proferred extracts from the teachings of Wikipedia
The cause of my malady fell across the pages of the Internet
According to the inner circle of friends and colleagues
The unschooled prognosis was dire, brutal and extreme

The stated beliefs were collective, I was a ticking bomb
Unknown minutes to detonation, cause less obscure than effect
Somewhere in a myriad of apocalyptic diseases
Mine lay unidentified yet with many different names

Medical knowledge was poised, to offer up learned diagnosis
But the blunt instrument of the concerned severed all hope
Each passing moment had me pondering, what was my brevity
Should I make haste with Christmas cards as remembrance gifts?

Before this wisdom I had never considered my demise
Where the front runners were Alzheimers or tumour of the brain
Everything so overblown, dramatic to extreme
When the only thing that happened was the loss of sense of smell

Medicine gave answers to the cause if not the cure
I breathed a sigh, devoid of scent but heavy with relief
A sense had now departed but everything made sense
To all that had me for the grave, please bury your concern [comments] => 3 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 7 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Teachings Of Wikipedia


The Teachings Of Wikipedia
Date: Friday, 31st August 2018 @ 10:03:27 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: puppy_dog_eyes
Experts proferred extracts from the teachings of Wikipedia
The cause of my malady fell across the pages of the Internet
According to the inner circle of friends and colleagues
The unschooled prognosis was dire, brutal and extreme

The stated beliefs were collective, I was a ticking bomb
Unknown minutes to detonation, cause less obscure than effect
Somewhere in a myriad of apocalyptic diseases
Mine lay unidentified yet with many different names

Medical knowledge was poised, to offer up learned diagnosis
But the blunt instrument of the concerned severed all hope
Each passing moment had me pondering, what was my brevity
Should I make haste with Christmas cards as remembrance gifts?

Before this wisdom I had never considered my demise
Where the front runners were Alzheimers or tumour of the brain
Everything so overblown, dramatic to extreme
When the only thing that happened was the loss of sense of smell

Medicine gave answers to the cause if not the cure
I breathed a sigh, devoid of scent but heavy with relief
A sense had now departed but everything made sense
To all that had me for the grave, please bury your concern

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