Fun Poem

THE prattles drip,
the drip prattles,
the babbles, babble,

and the whole thing skips
and hitz the fan,

still the prattles are pist
at the babbles, and a simple
im sorry wont do,

so the prattles have a plan,
to dropp a prattlebomb on the
babbles,

but the whole thing skips
and hitz the fan, leaving
the prattle, and babbles,
to themselfves......

by david gerardino

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I tink dis poom is rubbis. to too rubbiss. I hate bery much
And look, has made a man of dust of a man of flesh. This sorcery I do. Being damned, I am amused to see the centre of love diffused and the wave of love travel into vacancy. How easy it is to make a ghost. -shows the terror of modern warfare which turns all emotion and humanity into nothingness.What a horrible thing this is! the comparison with sorcery and the example of ghost is also astounding.
Unusually good war poem- a genre I usually don't find very interesting. MM
Very interesting poem. And timely. How easy it is for war to create ghosts. Indeed.
The weightless mosquito touches! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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