![]() Devices 22A Poem by John![]() 22![]()
In the beginning was the case,
Not yet the slot machine of face. The profile was symmetrical, The halves exactly parallel, As usual, until the lever Dislocated every feature. Settling at a jaunty angle Nose became expressive, mobile. Ears flipped like coins, eyes rolled like dice, Suggesting odds, a cool device. The mouth made awkward, grotesque smiles, Disclosing rattling rows of tiles, Its babbling speech a gargoyle's gush. The jackpot was a royal flush. © 2019 John |
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Added on July 21, 2019 Last Updated on July 30, 2019 Author |