Avismara Hugoppalu

Irony - Poem by Avismara Hugoppalu

The greyhair bird; small but proud,
bloweth her trumpet against a young crowd
'I am a winner, have no fear' she says,
little lads listen to her bearin' an awe face!

'Tell us, tell us; O great lady,
why dos't thou not fear? ' chirped a birdie
'Tale us, amuse us, inspire us, lighten us'
Elated and gay, the bird speaketh thus:

'Whilst I was as you, young and strong,
a villainous snake feet 'n feet long,
(furious and deathly; cruel and queer ;)
did bring hell and fire O hear!

Ha! I pounced upon him; pluck'd his eye!
('Oye, dids't thou hear? Aye aye; Aye aye! ')
Ere long his hiss never did sound,
Oh! I'd sense him had he been around.'

Suddenly, rose behind a hood; dark and blind;
A long-lost foe sure did he find!
The scared scattered mourned in synchrony:
'Alas, isn't that a sad irony? '

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 6, 2013

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