pestilence

seri two poems. i mean my level these only poems. first one is spoofy and written half a year ago. it was a bit crude. now it is edited. the second one is new.
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tweedledum and tweedledee

i am the walrus

said lennon

i am a walrus too

said bono

so which walrus do i talk to?

asked the harvester

you better speak to me

for i am the only star here

the sun has scared the clouds

said ringo starr

the oil was as oily as it could be

the gunpowder was dry as dry can be

you could not see a cloud

were they standing in chernboyl?

no birds were flying overhead

there was no bush to rest on

if five minister with five interpreters

speak about it for half a year

do you suppose asked the harvester

that they could drink clear wine with aq kahn

i doubt it said the pop

and he shed a drop of blood

oy africans come and walk with us

so said the harvester

a pleasant walk,a pleasant talk

along the briny pool 

we can not do with more than five

to give a hand to each

the oldest african dint understand him

so never a word he said

but winked his eye

and shook his hand

meaning to say

he dint care

but four young elephants hurried up

all eager for the treat

their skins were brushed,their faces washed

their hats were big and clean

and this was odd, because, you know,

they hadn't any head

and the four elephants followed them

one had big ears

the other had big tusk

another had a big trunk

and the other had 13 wives

the pope and the harvester

talked for a hour or so,

and then they rested on a chair

conveniently rectilinear

and all the elephants stood

and waited in a row

the time has come, the pope said

to talk of many things

of eggman and van and yellow mother custard

of crabalocker fishwife and pornographic priestess

and why the sea is boiling hot

and whether ozone has an o in it

but wait a bit,the elephants cried

before we have our chat

for some of us are out of depth

and we expect a house,on the rocks

no worry said the carpenter

they thanked him much for that

a loaf of bread the walrus said,

is what we chiefly need

pepper and oil besides

are very good indeed

now if you're ready,elephants

we can begin to feed and grow

but not on us the elephants cried

turning a little black and wet

after such promises,that would be

a dismal thing to do

the might are always fine, said the walrus

can you ever protect maitri?

it was so kind of you to come

and you are very big

the harvester said nothing but

pour us another glass

i wish you were not quite so dumb

i've had to ask you twice

it seems a shame,the pope said,

to play them such a trick,

after we've brought them out so far

and made them rot so quick

the harvester said nothing but

the ice is just too thick

i weep for you,the pope said

i deeply sympathize

with sobs and tears he sorted out

those of the largest size and depth

holding his laptop he showed him the wells

before his streaming eyes.

oi asians,said the harvester

you've had a pleasant meeting

so shall we all climb eiffel tower

but answer came there none

and this was scarcely odd, because

they'd invaded every one.

"we like the pope best," said the watchmen, "because you see he was a little sorry for the poor elephants".

"He ate more than the harvester, though" said Tweedledee. "You see he held his laptop in front, so that the carpenter couldn't count how many he had taken: contrariwise." .

"that was mean!" said the watchman indignantly. "then I like the harvester best-if he didn't consume so much as the pope".

"but he drank as much as he could get," said Tweedledum.This was a puzzler. After a pause,watchman began, "well! They were both very unpleasant characters".. and then the watchmen were shot

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the harvester of sorrows

he was short and fat
skin the colour of cooum
you ugly child wailed his amma
what shall i do with you?

let me go amma
there is just too much sadness
my heart longs to be a buffalo
and my legs want to wander

he asked him amma just for one more
and so he started his journey
seated on his buffalo
the rope in his hands

away he went
in and out of wormholes
and harvested as much as he could
the sadness which was every where

a distant bell,a temple bell
wailing lady and a wailing child
the bell yet again
and the wailing too

dear lady asked the harvester
why do you cry?
i cant feed my baby
and god doesnt listen

dear lady,said the smug harvester
he does listen you know
its just you dont do it right
but i shall teach you

 the lady picked her baby
and hugged it to silence it
oh dear sir bless you
enlighten and save me

dear lady, light is faster than sound
and a thought is faster than light
a prayer is a thought
no matter its tone

you pray for long
then you ring the bell
and when god wants to listen
you just wail

so dear lady first the bell
then your prayer
he shall answer
for i am the harvester of sorrows

the lady lay her baby on the floor
she removed the bell and the chain
and launched it with such force
she never knew twas in her

the bell did its job
he lay flat on the floor
a minute and a half
he was dead

the police came
the lady went
so did the baby
the temple was silent

the lady was happy again
she was served rice daily
her baby was well fed
the temple was peaceful

and daily she would pray
praise the harvester of sorrows
for without him
i wouldnt be here


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