shimon weinroth


Ups Syndrome

Poem by shimon weinroth

They are not my kind, crinkled or blind
proximity unbearable
devalues real estate

Up are not Downs
humiliated pooh poohed
and Winney Poohed

Ups are better
than Downs by far and away
the neighbourhood swimming pools and schools
need a face lift

Oh dear, an institution, so near
Up yours Buddy

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011