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Disclaimer: All people and places mentioned in the article below are not entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to any person dead or alive is also completely intentional. Use of wordplay is imperative to plot. Most others things are thrown in for decoration.
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A TALE OF ONE CITY
Once upon a time in a land far away,
There was a queer old town by the name of ‘Mombay’
A happy little place it was for all and one,
It stayed by the sea and shone with the sun.
The town was merry, not a care in the mind,
The roads were badly paved but no hate you could find.
It welcomed with open arms and generously gave,
The streets were badly crowded but all happily forgave.
It sheltered all and sundry, so much so…
They started to care less if they trampled a toe.
And soon they huffed at the bump of a strange man,
And thus the story of the town’s downfall began.
A man stood and watched this all from a tower high,
The devil was quick to plan with a glint in his eye.
He gathered a bunch and called them aside,
“We shall rule” he said. “We shall rule and divide.”
He stood on the high tower and sounded a horn,
He gave the battle cry, “Let the outies be gone!”
The crowd looked around confounded and shocked…
“Who are these outies?” “Yes… They need be stopped!”
And so the game started of point and blame,
“Get out!” they said to the other, “Get out all the same”
The town rose in battle and the devil just smiled…
His men went rioting, as more bodies piled.
The town bled slowly… the houses fell to dust.
The smiles had faded away, the hearts began to rust.
And so the town fell from its glory, the legacy demised.
The devil laughed with pleasure of the simple plan devised.
Now be warned in every town, be warned all young and old,
Let the story of this sorry town to all and one be told.
A town that burnt and died by a red sea and cold sun.
The day the devil in every heart rose to power and won.
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Dedicated to a misunderstood city which I call home. To those who cannot directly relate to the poem, I can only call you lucky. Maybe if you got your city it’s own supervillain/cleverly disposed polititcian though…
For others who are wondering… author is a pure-breed, certified daughter-of-the-soil…
November 4th, 2008 at 9:30 am Vote:
In keeping with the spirit of politically don’t care, I’d have liked to have seen the names of the two bespectacled maniacs, the uncle-nephew duo, the two mites from the soil… but what the hell, wunderbar!
November 4th, 2008 at 7:32 pm Vote:
Very nice, I really enjoyed reading that!
November 5th, 2008 at 6:06 am Vote:
To Fiddly- Oh but that’s the beauty of it! Ever heard of the phase ‘Sometimes saying it out loud ruins the punch’? Of course, you haven’t cause I just came up with it. But you know what I mean.
To Reuben- Thanks very much and stay tuned.
November 8th, 2008 at 6:31 pm Vote:
bloody brilliant !!!
November 11th, 2008 at 7:23 pm Vote:
Same is the story with this city of mine
With a little twist came the devil at nine
Jobs and money paid to rule his roost
Said infrastructure will give the city a boost
The roads went from bad to worse
Residents of Silicon Valley felt it a curse
Crime here took a whole new name
Cab drivers and murderers were one and the same
Sex and betrayal are playing its parts
Destroying the dreams in many hearts
The Satan is now in a peril at his game
Many devils have risen to claim fame
This present is a lesson already told
Old refashioned and again sold
Disbelieving that change is nature’s law
Every time we live with it in surprised awe
November 15th, 2008 at 6:55 am Vote:
To Tsu -
In the name of change we all just sit and wait,
Shake our heads in dismay but resign nonetheless to fate.
Keeps our heads and minds turned away from the past,
Live until life but seizes to last.
Isn’t due though that some heads finally turned?
We all learnt some lessons that need be learned?
Change is constant my friend, I know that’s true…
But what change happens can be chosen by you.
And for a better sensible change we need to strive,
So I say let’s all keep a hope, for our future, alive.
And now I must take leave, I’ve wasted much office time
But a clever comment like yours sure deserved a rhyme.
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P.S. – Nice work with the reply.