In the very very topsy-turvy world
Straight lines are elliptically curled
Way above is found below
Jungles covered up with snow
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I wonder whatever became of such and such
It’s too many years since we’ve all been in touch
In our youthful naivety we were innocently un-clever
Assuming our ‘then’ would be our ‘now’ and ‘then’ forever
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Though very much surprised
It really doesn’t irk me
That my outlook’s been apprised
As being one that’s quirky
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In the Kingdom of animal royalty
Where cats and dogs would reign
There’d be no sign of cruelty
Nothing inhumane
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When I was a very very young pup
They’d ask, “What do you want to be when you grow up? ”
My answers were happy and fanciful, as I was disposed
To believe I could be anything my mind could suppose
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Orphaned children
Hungry
Scavenging
Lost
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I wish I could dream up a meta-phor or five
To keep my poems more poetically alive
I will always be known as the poet who's hacking
If I continue to write poems metaphorically lacking
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For just that one Moment
I was what I used to be
Playfully perched on my father's knee
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As he lay on his back
This lady polecat
Gave him no slack
As atop him she sat
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