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Eulogy.
Goodness.
The way you walk this town at night! As if
You expect the stars to swoon and drop down;
The moon to relinquish his crown, and praise
The way you outshine the day.
Must say,
I admire the way you never frown at defeat,
Because realistically, you're no more
The king than you are the clown. Though,
As you are, you'd make the latter proud.
I'll make the call to
Sound the sirens. Loud.
We've got another casualty,
Trampled by their crowd.
You tragic little thing,
How do you like me now?
The way you walk this town at night! As if
You expect the stars to swoon and drop down;
The moon to relinquish his crown, and praise
The way you outshine the day.
Must say,
I admire the way you never frown at defeat,
Because realistically, you're no more
The king than you are the clown. Though,
As you are, you'd make the latter proud.
I'll make the call to
Sound the sirens. Loud.
We've got another casualty,
Trampled by their crowd.
You tragic little thing,
How do you like me now?
Published 4th Mar 2011
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4th Mar 2011 10:43pm
...and tone. Nicely paced as well, with a satirical but honest feel. Really nice piece...and loved the ta-dum ending...good job :-)
6th Mar 2011 4:55am
Something about this poem (maybe the tone like the aforementioned comment) really blew me away. It kind of made me want to giggle in an almost maniacal way.
Must say, great job.
Must say, great job.
