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Simon Jr.
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
on
Friday, 19th July 2002 @ 06:21:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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When silly Simon Simpleton
Gazes at his simple son,
He often wonders why he fights
With people on his Friday nights.
He knows his tact is lacking, still
His son, the sapper, makes his kill.
He drains their souls and drains their minds
He watches as stern stuff unwinds.
He tells them of their wrongful ways
And laughs at their stupefied daze.
He says they’re backwards from what’s right
And assures himself that every night.
He goes against immortal foes
By arguing his mortal woes.
The battle though, is never won
For when he stops, he’s just begun.
He can’t prevent his final fate
And so his life is wasted weight.
Socially, he’d not gone far
By when he met that fatal car,
His parents’ rites were all of those
To which he’d spent his life opposed,
And in the ground he calmly rests,
Surrounded by those sheepish pests.
A Hell in Earth, to which he’s bound
Under six feet of social ground,
Proves that he is truly cursed,
For in his mind, there’s nothing worse.
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Re: Simon Jr.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 27th November 2002 @ 07:23:54 AM AEST (User
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a fine write |
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