Guest andrea hawk Posted March 9, 2002 Report Posted March 9, 2002 I stuffed my grandma's parakeet Into the garabage disposal, And when I flicked the switch to 'ON' It finally ceased to warble. I watched it's ugly feathers fly From withing that bloody void. Then, I shoved my hand inside. That I really enjoyed! Then I grabbed some slimy things. I only took a few, But I couldn't resist stirring them Into my grandma's stew What was left of the bird I washed away And got all dressed for dinner I was going to feed dear Grandma Her stew and some paint thinner I hope you don't think bad of me Because I shed no tears. But Grandma will eat anything She's been dead for 50 years.
Gwaihir Posted March 9, 2002 Report Posted March 9, 2002 an interesting poem, the images are very clear (if rather graphic ---------- I want to be page 93 of Pineapples, the Avian Crows-Nyyark
Nyyark Posted March 9, 2002 Report Posted March 9, 2002 He realized the mistake he made Fifty years to the day, How he could have forgotten so long, The crow could not say. He took wing in all haste So his mistake could be made right, The landscape disappeared beneath him, As he flew with all his might. He landed on a power line Above Grandma's bedroom window, Curious eyes peeped inside, And saw her rotted head on her pillow. There was a nice girl with a ladle Pouring an appetizing soup in Granny lips. No longer able to contain himself He went straight in quick quick. He entered the room shoving aside The girl filling up his plate. And on a feast of Granny Hawk His hunger he did sate.
Falcon2001 Posted March 10, 2002 Report Posted March 10, 2002 *Falcon backs up a few steps from Andrea* Okay, now that's just plain creepier than hell. Good Poem...but creepier than hell. *Falcon maintains a good six feet between the two of them and looks at her rather strangely* o_O
Ozymandias Posted March 12, 2002 Report Posted March 12, 2002 I guess you have to have a certain taste for works such as Tim Burton's or Jhonen Vasquez's. "I'm gonna sing the doom song! Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom..." -G.I.R.
Guest Lord Seth Exodus Posted March 12, 2002 Report Posted March 12, 2002 Well *cough* that...paints an...interesting picture. It's creative, I'll give you that much. Now, this surpasses the borders of where I dare to tread, ever so slightly. But, it paints a clear picture, and it has a twist the likes of which I have never seen; and I think that stretching the "norm." is a daring step, and you've taken. Kudos to you for that. -Seth Exodus Initiate of The Pen
Peredhil Posted March 12, 2002 Report Posted March 12, 2002 Holding his sides, he exclaims Oh that's black humor that hits the spot nicely. Well done! Bravo. How wickedly delicious! sniggers as he runs back to work. Welcome back! -Peredhil
Guest Minta Rose Posted March 12, 2002 Report Posted March 12, 2002 (Tzimfemme glances back at her pet conure, who is currently testing the limits of eardrum resiliency with high-decibel joyous noises.) You do know how often I've been tempted. . .
Lady Celes Crusader Posted March 12, 2002 Report Posted March 12, 2002 I'm glad Andrea that you started reposting poems. Its a nice dark humored poem and I just can imagine the sadistic grin you had by writing it.
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