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Irony
Contributed by
invierno
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Tuesday, 4th April 2017 @ 11:23:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Clangclangclangclangclangclang clang clang
beat the metal interruption through field to wood;
grasshoppers hopped, deer peered,
a boy’s ears perked, action ceased where he stood.
Wood branch, his, by will; mighty sword fending off invisible hordes
on last clang fell among the dead, but a stick once more.
Bounding home, fairly skimming, brimming of visions
of piled plates awaiting the warrior-boy, a last panting leap!
the table so neat, pot breathing steam, scraping chair on kitchen floor.
Что на обед, мама?
Капуста и колбаса, Pavlov.
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2017-04-04 11:23:22] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Irony
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Tuesday, 4th April 2017 @ 06:22:09 PM AEST (User
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Reminds me of Calvin and Hobbs..half fantasy and half reality, permissible by youth, who/'/s priceless gift is to hold reality suspended at arms length, at will, and superimpose wild heroic adventures in the confines of a neighbors garden!.
I love the line
Bounding home fairly skimming, brimming of visions of piled plates awaiting the warrior boy..
We all put aside our imaginations for a good home cooked meal! softerware |
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