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It's Capitol On The Isle Of Man
larrylark

She switched on lights.
 1
Gloomy afternoon.
 2
Obedient, we filed in,
 3
stomachs still ruminating
 4
on under cooked potatoes
 5
darkly shrivelled prunes.
 6
Groans suppressed.
 7
We must tune in.
 8
All eyes to the front
 9
thoughts drifting far.
 10
Still most hadn’t a clue,
 11
never got gold stars
 12
 
 
“Thinking caps on!”
 13
Geography.
 14
Map of the world
 15
complete with swirling seas
 16
and places we will never be.
 17
Where little children
 18
might be seen
 19
but never heard..
 20
 
 
I squinted,
 21
feeling infinitesimally small.
 22
leaned forward,
 23
searched for my self,
 24
a speck, sprite, elf.
 25
Somewhere on that wall
 26
did i exist at all?
 27
 
 
I saw the dot
 28
marking my town.
 29
I was pressed down
 30
at the bottom
 31
of that deep dark spot
 32
trying to breathe
 33
“Sit up straight boy.”
 34
Was i born to annoy?
 35
 
 
Her gown blocked out the world
 36
lip curled, my fate unfurled..
 37
“What is the capitol
 38
of The Isle Of Man?
 39
D.....D.....D.....I stammered,
 40
face bright red.
 41
For reason unknown
 42
a three legged leprechaun
 43
filled my head.
 44
“Dublin.” I mumbled.
 45
Now i’d really been rumbled.
 46
“Has this boy got a brain?.”
 47
she spluttered, as if in pain.
 48
Marbles fell out of my head
 49
splattered into the ink well
 50
while i prayed for the bell.
 51

6 Jun 17

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should it be "reasons" in 42?  otherwise, enjoyed.  kudos.
 — JKWeb

old man eat your prunes and shut the fuck up!
 — percocet

Thanks for the spot JK.

Larry measles Lark
 — larrylark

Eat your 5 a day, mung beans and tapioca soup and shut the fuck up young man

Larry fick up Lark
 — larrylark

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