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One fine night in the middle of the day,
Two dead boys got up to play
One had a fiddle one had a drum
One had a pancake stuck to his bum
Side to side they mirrored each other,
While the fourth pulled out a stick of butter.
They lived on a corner,
In the middle of the block,
On the second floor of a vacant lot,
Next to deaf musicians, blind magicians,
And down the hall, up the wall,
Lives a rat, whose mom’s a cat.
And the narrator,
With his story untold,
Meekly whispered,
Loud and bold,
The beginning words,
To the meetings end,
“You my enemy are now my friend”
He said to a man that hates all others
- by Poster_Candy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/15/2009 |
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- Title: one fine night.
- Artist: Poster_Candy
- Description: my friend and i re-did "one fine day" for an assignment. so this is it!
- Date: 11/15/2009
- Tags: fine night
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Kittilord - 11/29/2009
- First of all, NO rhyming, you hack. Only Maya Angelou can do that and get away with it. Second, each stanza could be its own poem; they have nothing to do with each other.
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- Chaos_Unleashed - 11/15/2009
- It goes well until the 'blind magicians' part and then everything after that makes very little sense and sounds rather awful. But like I said, the first paragraph and a half works wonderfully.
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