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Edgar Allen Poe-m

Contributed by softerware on Friday, 20th April 2018 @ 06:16:54 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



Once upon a midnight, dearie,
Couldnt sleep tho I was weary.
When some fool knocked on my door:
From the local hardware store.

Eagerly I sought to borrow;
From my neighbor (to our sorrow);
His new pipe wrench yesterday.
Which he expected back today.

But that pipe continued leaking;
So today I planned on tweeking;
On that joint a little more;
Knock Knock, again at my front door.

Said the salesman: I am here;
With a brand new pipe wrench dear;
To replace the one you lack.
Quote your neighbor: Give mine back!!

Should by chance you be awakened;
By a salesman, dont be taken;
Never open your front door;
Hell give up in due time for sure.

So I kept the neighbors wrench;
Thats it sitting on the bench;
I sent the salesman back nextdoor;
Cause Ill return it
Nevermore.




Copyright © softerware ... [ 2018-04-20 18:16:54]
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Re: Edgar Allen Poe-m (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 21st April 2018 @ 04:20:38 AM AEST
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Lovely indeed. Enjoyed the flow too.


Re: Edgar Allen Poe-m (User Rating: 1 )
by Durango on Saturday, 21st April 2018 @ 04:59:26 AM AEST
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I smiled the whole way through.
The Raven lives again!
You bestow classy humor.


Re: Edgar Allen Poe-m (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 21st April 2018 @ 07:22:44 AM AEST
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Good work my friend.
blessings,
emy


Re: Edgar Allen Poe-m (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 21st April 2018 @ 07:22:47 AM AEST
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Good work my friend.
blessings,
emy


Re: Edgar Allen Poe-m (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 22nd April 2018 @ 05:43:26 AM AEST
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in utter failures
the storied events
that never reflected
any individuals
life story
this rebellion
a rebellion
that was all
by itself more than
true like something
true one could
write about and share
they would read
it if they knew

how to,
see irony
played back
again straight
foward

kids first heard
about the pit
and the pendulim
any physics behind
the torture devised
what life was like

along with what
it was not about

any physics

I cannot
prey
said the Raven
it must mean

over a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten love

when everything is
closed off

from where, and from
who

allegory
one could prance and back and forth
from wherever they
sit,
late at night all
alone

you want to feel
love, hold love

just one, just one
once

the sun also rises
past an awkward
moon
you never hear
them talk
but oh, those
birds that can fly are out
there in the night

walking on the
rooftops

I watch birds
last thursday
on my way to
work a duck
came out of nowhere
and sat in front of
my car on the roadway
towards work

telling me why
what for
go someplace
else
why not

Peace!




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