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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Houseflies
[time] => 2003-03-25 23:05:00
[hometext] => A poem about boredom and wasting away an afternoon, trying to entertain yourself.
[bodytext] => Houseflies.
A man, dying of boredom Set up three jars in his kitchen. The first jar had vinegar in it. The second preferred honey, And the third had never stood on its head. The flies and the leeches Swam in the honey And feasted on sweet Glimmering goo. The rodents all drowned In the bitter blind vinegar And laughed at the leeches And cried for salvation And gnawed at the air. The third little jar Spent years training up And now was its time. It used all its muscles To do a great backflip And shattered on the ground. The man, somewhat amused Came back from the bathroom, Picked up the jars Full of honey and vinegar And shook them together, Rodents, flies, leeches, And everything. Then he sealed them up good, Swept up the floor, With the glass and everything, Watched his pests suffocate And threw the jars out onto The highway behind his house. He watched the cars crash And laughed whimsically. And it was all okay, For he was bored And it was cloudy And all he needed was A few good laughs And a couple of pests Out of his kitchen. And with that done, He took a nap. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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