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[sid] => 8673
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => A Compos-ition
[time] => 2002-12-16 12:00:00
[hometext] => A weird poem I wrote - starts with the same 6 lines as my earlier poem Aspirations and then takes off in a different direction altogether! I really had no control over it at all - it was written in about 20 minutes
[bodytext] => I sit alone and watch windblown
coconut trees growing, Or turn my head and watch instead the lazy river flowing. I search the sky and wonder why the sun is still a-shining, I look for gnomes in weighty tomes and find leprachauns pining. For the cobblers day has gone away and they have naught to do, And Jacks-in-the-greens are creating scenes And elves are singing the blues I ask the pixies if they could fix these problems, but they say, That all in all they are having a ball so come back some other day. "For elves sing well, though truth to tell, we prefer rock 'n' roll, But elves wont do it, fairies prefer a duet and goblins are into soul The problem is bad but will be solved by the ad hoc committee of crows That we've got together, so go home dear brother, We'll solve this before it grows." But a committee of crows! O tempora, O mores! What is the world coming to? Owls I surmise, are supposed to be wise but crows are something new! So I went to a doctor and told him I sought a Solution, and he sent his Nurse for a pill and said "You're not ill, You're simply non compos mentis." [comments] => 2 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 42 [informant] => abrahamt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mythology )
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