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Lost.
Contributed by
faiton
on
Tuesday, 5th December 2006 @ 02:45:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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Like my Gran’s dog Losty
When he loses the whys in life.
Walking in and finding your house has been decorated
With invisible paint,
And you trip over the metaphysical hamster,
Which fell in and struggled for hours
With whether it existed,
Or not.
And if it did, was there any point
That wasn’t covered in paint.
Decided,
Somewhat like Descartes
He thought therefore he was
On a higher intellectual plane
Than the average hamster,
And was fleeing to Oxford
To write a thesis on
My Gran’s dog
Entitled
Lost. Why?
Copyright ©
faiton
... [
2006-12-05 14:45:39] (Date/Time posted on
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