S t r a n g e
An invitation to the countryside
Is what I thought it’d be on a train ride.
The city lights had blinked off at sunrise,
The station disappeared leaving old ties.
And after living years a working poet,
Was going on hiatus, didn’t know it.
Off to a little pond with leaping fishes,
I hadn’t made a plan to suit my wishes.
I had no expectations of my own,
Was weary of the rut & missed my home.
And as I watched the scenery fly past,
I felt the fresh air’d do me good at last.
Though once I came upon my destination
And waited to unload my obligations,
The train began to pull away without me,
With just a carpetbag, I felt all at sea.
And once the red caboose went round the bend,
A sign said “Strange Creature, This Is The End”.
I turned around, about to fight or flight,
If I were Dickinson what would I write?
I didn’t understand the situation.
Since flattery’s begat from imitation,
And just then saw a Mr Lobo ride in
By hog with bags to drop off in the mail bin.
So I approached and introduced myself,
Informing I’d been sent there by an elf.
He smiled & told me rooms are very cheap,
Then took me on his chopper to the Deep.
Written by Jade-Pandora
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