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Poverty in his hair

December 12, 2011
By Anonymous

“Boy with poverty in his hair,”
I call over, “What you doin’ there?”
His eyes, they wreck sad,
I feel silently bad.
Poor boy, poverty in his hair.

© Anonymous

The author's comments:
I feel it most useful to toy with things that are normal playful and turn them into a serious matter. It tends to impact the audience just a little bit harder when associating there laughs with a tragic occurrence. True feelings on the matter can be brought to the surface when controversial subjects are put in the form of a traditionally humorous and joyous venue, such as a Limerick about poverty.
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Pamplemousse SILVER said...
on Dec. 28 2011 at 3:30 am
Pamplemousse SILVER, Gilbert, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
"To be happy, Don't do whatever you like, Like whatever you do" -James Barrie (author of Peter Pan)

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You got exactly the outcome you were hoping for. Really intriguing poem.