Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 19,745 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

At A Prize Giving Speech - Poem by Gert Strydom

The words of an inspector became meaningless
as if he was all along talking rubbish and turned clueless
when he heard the music teacher fart
and without excuse had a attack of the heart
and his droll stories couldn't amuse or bless, became nothingness.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 15, 2012

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