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Music Theory

Music Theory

A Poem by Steph Crandall

The notes on the page,

Jumped with a splash.

They were angry.

Busking away for some extra cash.

 

The accordion plays,

as the vocalist sings.

The cook fillets,

and the telephone rings.

 

The street lights go on,

While the moon howls.

The acid gives a proton.

The crocodile plays croquet.

 

Doomsday awaits,

the world truncates.

© 2011 Steph Crandall


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TJ
Last line of the first stanza seems a little long. Besides that liked it! Good metaphor!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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