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A Mod Proposal (of Modest Proportions) (Free verse) by coolassbob
Dylan Thomas used a socket wrench to ratchet Dublin's fellows' stockings above their knee. For, according to his calendar, the age of copper was coming, and so the shins must be protected. (For extreme protection, it was advised that one stand on a chair and eat acorns from New England pine trees). A year passed, and instead it was the age of glass, where forks were blown, and used to eat potatoes (so that the sacks could be worn over the torso, with a fashionable piece of string, as was the style at the time).

Up the ladder: speed weed
Down the ladder: Afraid

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.285714
Weighted score: 4.807899
Overall Rank: 11043
Posted: August 20, 2003 8:55 PM PDT; Last modified: August 20, 2003 8:55 PM PDT
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[7] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154 | 20-Aug-03/10:40 PM | Reply
I really liked this up until its taudry end.
[7] richa @ 81.86.241.46 | 21-Aug-03/5:17 AM | Reply
quite a packed poem here
not sure about the parentheticals though
[n/a] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 | 21-Aug-03/7:24 AM | Reply
funny. but i dinna see a proposal herein.
[9] horus8 @ 24.130.62.63 | 2-Jun-04/1:22 PM | Reply
Shrapnel
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