Mathew Lewis

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You Miserable Fruit - Poem by Mathew Lewis

O what a dank day, miserable fruit,
Torn little porcupine stuck upon an ant hill,
We should feel sorry for you no doubt?
But what a funny sight you are.
The clouds sprang forth little toy soldiers,
Little toy soldiers each and every one.
They came on a day unlike all the others,
O what a dank day, miserable fruit.
And I swayed to a rhythm that was not always mine,
But came from some soft spoken side,
O to sway and to watch as you tumbled and tore,
The clown always liked a little bit more.
A river may run ahead of itself,
And of course we can not forgive Camelot,
Robin Hood stole gold we can't punish that,
O what a dank day, miserable fruit.
Nonsense is only an empty meaning,
One I hope you never will get,
You bloodsucker, fly swatter, hope crusher,
lone gusher, marvelous, mystical, miserable fruit.

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  • (7/31/2006 8:58:00 AM)

    Wonderful imagery, Matthew - ants as tiny toy soldiers. Fantastic! And much more. I like how you switch gears as the poem progresses. A strangely compelling write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 31, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010

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