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Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Poem: Badminton in heaven

Poem eight

The table likes his four legs
That is the way he runs
Not crying like a helicopter
Chopping the wind
To get his speed
And passengers

The cat is all fur
Alright Mr Table don't get jealous
God is working on this problem
Soon in heaven
You will be just like us

I wonder if I will be able
To play badminton with you
In heaven
And shake hands with
Birds and tigers
And sing songs with all souls

Those tiger teeth
They always spell danger
In the skeletons of earth
I wonder how God
Will recondition us all

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