| Open Poetry #40 |
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The Mangle |
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Aurelian Member
since 2007-03-20
Posts 109TX, USA
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You must go until you find it Where it’s found’s for you to find - Let no foolish scoundrel bound it It’s not found with heart or mind. And you must ever still do yet more What more only you can tell- Said the great twelve-headed Mangle With the spangle on his tail. Now this Mangle’s not a man With a name like Chuck or Ben But a Mangle is a mangle And knows one word alone, “again” For to extract glinting sunbeams From a pickle in a jar Or to find a way to Nowhere Brings a Mangle from afar. Once upon a swelt’ring snowfall In the driest ever sea - Came a Mangle to my doorstep With desire to mangle me. Not to mangle bloody carcass Or suck guts like long spaghetti But to mangle with my motive Till I thought my name was Betty. Or Alphonsus Cadwalader Boris Simon Bartorete -The name that sets me trembling From my eyebrows to my feet- If a Mangle were a person Then it would be bad enough But a Mangle is a system And that really makes it rough. |
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TerryW Senior Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 779Louisville, Mississippi, USA |
Oh, I absolutely love this! I couldn't help but smile to myself as I approached the end. Thanks you for making my day a little brighter! ~~Terry ~you reached inside, you touched my heart, |
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