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‘Sneaking In From the Rain’ ‘Am I Ruined?’ “Am
I Ruined?” Now that I’ve found AllPoetry.com My poems ring with a different song- Before today my poems were bred For deep and serious things ahead. Before, my withering exposés In poignant, sullen melancholy On cogitated complex non-clichés Were presented with imperious flame. Now my seconds tick tock tick With lighter fare you’ll see below, Yes, my lighter halves explode In madcap dances herein told That need no year to be rewrit Like this one here, it goes like this: “Sneaking In From
the Rain”
Sneaking in from the rain Used to be so easy, Now I’m oh so handicapped By these technologiezies: Scringgg scrunggg Mmmfffip mmmfffop Splich splurch Schlumpfff schlurmpffff Go my wet sneakers; Zzziiitt zzzzutt Wizzizzer wizzuzzer Zweee zweeer Zzzniiitt zzznutt The noise of my corduroys Show they are not wheezers; "Zhhhisss zhhhusss Zssississ zssussuss Sweezst zsurst Zwish zwush" Shouts my vinyl jacket; Zzzip zzzup Zzzwweep zzzwweerp Zwizzoo Zwizzuh Zwiih zwaah I,, like a fool unzip it. And In a final almighty zap To my devilish sneakinations: Diddle-dee-dee-dee-dee Deedle-deedle Daah Doodi-doo-doo Dimmy-dimmy Chim chime!* I'm betrayed by the fatal cell
phone call Querying if my stealth came to
fruition. Final Scene: Now that all the lights are on And everyone confronts me I stand there like a soaking
sock And say, “It’s raining!
Eeennn! Eeennn! ” Then with aplomb I take my
leave, And slowly slide away, And slinking, soggy from the
stage I make my noisy getaway. “Am I Ruined”
Conclusion: Now those who know me, don’t think I’m
ruined With simple rhythm in form and time, I’ve merely broadened in my girth And as well as the serious, I now sling
mirth In presenting truths to my simple earth- On lighter topics do I now chime With insufferable nursery rhyme! wbiro Thank You! Good night! *to the tune of that
fife-and-drum piece those three marching wounded
1776 American revolutionary guys
play in that famous painting
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