Devices 22A Poem by John22
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 |