Poem of Dismay

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From Paressiene bussle and smog

And to avoid the eternal fog

Venture we did to warmer towns

To the great Carcassonne; city of crowns

Where kings and knights once did meet

Along winding alleys and grand royal street

Then up to where the air is clear

Pyrennes mountains scattered with deer

Near a lake in frosty Andorra

We studied the beautiful fauna and flora

It was then my car keys did disappear

We scowered the snow far and near

As we descended we couldn't be sure

But a eagle was clasping them by its claw

As it widened its brilliant span

And sawed through the sky as well it can

They jingled and jangled as he ascended

Where mid-air my keys were pended

Down they came at a terrible pace

To a dismayed look upon my face

All the way back to our unlockable box

I was snarling and cursing like a terrible fox

Only to find after reaching the bottom

That perhaps I had somehow forgotton

Or in my opinion that eagle with its eye

Was able to plant those keys from on high

Not upon snow or mud or floor

But right inside the driver's front door

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Comments

[His Dudeness]

Ah a poem
Right on, right on, a great poet thee thinks to be, perhaps for all the world to see, but pressure is great, to fall from grace... or to soar to heights of mind and space.