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Published: March 22nd 2007
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Ode to a Tent
By Carlie Tomlin Oh ye of impermeable
contentment and sound sleep,
of such free-standing elegance
and glorious mystique!
How doth now we sing the praises
you so wholly deserve?
Through offering of cow? No! But,
by the ode of our words.
Enshrined in terror by the roar
of ferocious spiders,
pinched, poked, plighted and pillaged by
night's antennaed gliders,
We turn to the hollows of your
poled and protective womb
finding unencumbered slumber,
delicate and so unfestooned.
For here, in a land mourning an
insectual sorrow,
we are shroud by white widow's veil,
pulled through to the 'morrow.
Nearly lead astray by naiive
iconoclastic pride,
wise maternal wealth welled up so
that such sin was denied.
Oh, odious tent! Forgive us
our sins of snore, of drool,
we repent! And worship you so,
with lines of rhyming jewels.
So let it be known to those far and wide;
bring a mosquito net to India or be eaten alive.
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Ode to a Tent
Your poem and newspaper column are absolutely a delight to read . (many times over). Keep your blogs coming, please!