Period.

May 16, 2010
By Anonamiss SILVER, Templeton, Massachusetts
Anonamiss SILVER, Templeton, Massachusetts
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It’s like a county fair
That was drowned out by the rain;
It’s like some garnet roses
That have started to decay;

It’s like a beaming picture
That was crudely cut in two;
It’s like a skilled oration
With a climax of ah-choo;

It’s like a sunny meadow
Where a factory is built;
It’s like a charming prospect
That results in monstrous guilt;

It’s like a tired simile
That delays the simple point:
Death may sound fair, but once you’re there
It’s bound to disappoint.

The author's comments:
When assigned to compose a poem, solemnity can be challenging to master. In this case, the assignment was to write a personal view of death; humor was the unexpected result.

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