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Microcosm (A bad day)
I’m suffering from terrible pain since diner,
When, on the cheese grater, I scratched my finger.
There, on the metal spikes, my finger I pealed,
And from my thumb’s slashed skin, the blood pearled.
So I am now enduring terrible misery,
As my thumb is swollen from this horrible injury,
And this gash puts me in such a distress,
That I wrote this grave poem; it’s a bitter success.
When, on the cheese grater, I scratched my finger.
There, on the metal spikes, my finger I pealed,
And from my thumb’s slashed skin, the blood pearled.
So I am now enduring terrible misery,
As my thumb is swollen from this horrible injury,
And this gash puts me in such a distress,
That I wrote this grave poem; it’s a bitter success.
Published 23rd Mar 2013
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2nd Apr 2013 3:02pm
A mild rant on the grater, rather than breaking it into pieces. Let me guess, somehow this poem eased your pain!
