Justin Gildow

Veteran Poet - 1,653 Points (3-26-81 / Washington, PA)

The Merry Maids Of Mayhem - Poem by Justin Gildow

It's past noon as I'm walking through the shire
Quietly making my way to the intersection
Past the dead heart of the shire
And I wait for them

Emerging from the many crowds
The Merry Maids of Mayhem come from different directions
And they gather around
And get themselves set to sing
I've been waiting for them
And in their hearts and minds
I believe they were expecting me to come around

And so they sing
And I stand, smile, and watch
Enjoying their performance
And enjoying them gently wind their way through song after song

15 minutes of the Merry Maids of Mayhem
15 minutes of their songs
15 minutes of perfection
It's all great
It all surely is

Comments about The Merry Maids Of Mayhem by Justin Gildow

  • (10/11/2007 7:01:00 AM)

    Great title: Merry Maids of Mayhem!

    But what did they sing
    Was it some folklore thing,
    Or perhaps a bit of pop
    With mindless repitition that never seems to stop.

    But in the city where you dwell
    Would be proper that their voices swell
    To embrace the culture of us all
    And not be mayhem at all.

    So perhaps you'll write another bit
    To let us know where the preformers sit
    And entertain us with lyrics,
    Music from their 15 minutes.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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