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she bid me fetch her the moon
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she bid me fetch her the moon |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
She bid me to fetch her the moon And I could not refuse this boon; A ladder I would build, and soon Began the climb As eagerly as a baboon And in no time Was waving, half way in the sky. Then I saw her begin to cry And as I could not fathom why a pink balloon I blew and parachuted. I Had no festoon Attached to this cheap teak-made ladder. I went in to relieve my bladder, I’ve never seen her being madder, Our image was sore In front of others, and my adder, And what was more All pets I kept crept on the floor - I had forgot to lock cage doors - She’d take them all back to the store. She then calmed down And kissed and loved me as before I bought that gown On credit for a thousand dollars. But soon enough she’d start to holler Had I the income of a scholar Of ebony Would be this ladder, and the squalor, Our infamy Would be unknown to us and others. But I refused to beg my mother For cash, or borrow from my brother, And began to climb Towards the moon, and in another Short frame of time At last, at last I reached the moon. Oh how could I describe the gloom Such time we’d wasted, and new moon It was now. I Could hear her cry what a buffoon! I felt so shy. I waited there in clouds and rain For sure her heart I had to gain Again, so there I would remain Until the moon Would grace our winter sky again And just as soon As it appeared I took hit off the hook and eagerly jumped off; Yet still, in bitter mood she scoffed That its quarter was All I had brought. She had caught cough And that because I had her wait outdoors so long. With broken bones, and but one song To listen to the whole monthlong, I had to stay In hospital. She packed her thongs And moved away. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Aren't you the multi-faceted poet!!! Enjoyed this whimsical side of your writing. It's fun to mix it up, n'est-ce pas? Gosh, it's a shame that your trying to give her the moon landed you in the horse pistol. I mean, hospital.  ~ and to think that she even took her thongs with her. Has she no class? lol Linda |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Mark, This is an example of why I go back to read poems I have missed. This has me smiling - and I think how intricate it is. The words weave well and it flows well too. Thank you for sharing. You haven't been posting as much lately. Is all well with you? Thank you again. Alison |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Marc-Andre - this is great, really enjoyed the read... BC |
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