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Sonnet № 17882

Suburban Horror

Member since 2002 · Posted 28 Sep 2002 · Edited 3 Nov 2002 · 6 comments

I've been patently dismal this past week A wretch of a man, submerged in despair With no wish to laugh when my neighbor speaks, I do not wish to patronize nor dare To give in and become dead as the crow Laying peacefully on the plate I take And eat from, happily knowing how low I have sunk as I complacently rake My front yard so the neighbors will all see How dreadfully suburban my brand new Car, toaster, microwave and TV can be Just wait till they witness what I will do When I do not trim the bushes in a row, I'll laugh ever so politely as I go.

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[8] INTRANSIT 28-Sep-02/3:29 PM Reply
Where can I get some of that new dismal you've patented. This goes many different ways.Sickly truthful.
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[7] <{Baba^Yaga}> 4-Nov-02/1:20 AM Reply
to hell add to hell at the end and it would be a sonic sonnet..here's a 7.
[n/a] Nicholas Jones 4-Nov-02/3:15 AM Reply
Suburbia is a good subject for poetry. Thank god I have left it to live in the big city of Swansea.
[2] <~> 4-Nov-02/12:00 PM Reply
eating crow and living large. way to go.
[9] Nicholas Monson 4-Dec-02/4:14 AM Reply
I love this. Sole flaw is the plural on speak (s). Could you re-work the line? Something like "Retreating when my neighbor cares to speak"
[7] horus8 15-Aug-03/12:51 AM Reply
The end was a toss, and you need an i in patiently, otherwise some very good parts. 7.