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Humorous Elegy Poems | Elegy Poems About Humorous

These Humorous Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Humorous. These are the best examples of Humorous Elegy poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Dad Is dead

So what?
No more new toys for you
No more bread at breakfast
No more noisy shoes on Christmas
And no more having more

Did i kill dad?
No!
Why then the corporal punishments? 
Because dad lost the job
Dad lost the breath
Dad lost the plan
Dad lost you
Dad is no more

Why punish me not the job?
Dad got money from there
Can i go and get it?
Not now but one day you will
What about you?
I will go but i have to first make you know 
That i am not Dad because he took off
Now he is sleeping
We have to spend less
Work a lot
Play less

Why don't you awake him?
He is dead!
What does that mean?
It means close your eyes
Stop breathing
Sleep in a big box
People dig a whole hide you there
And you disappear forever

Wow that sounds fun mum can i join the game?
Stop!
Why?
Its no game, its painful game of loss!
Mum, you cry when i climb trees
When dad wants to go with me you scream
But dad always makes cool choices
You don't understand son,

Your father has played the superman game
The monster broke his neck
And now he is lifeless like your toys
All the people that came here were on your Dad's funeral
Your father is dead
You are now an orphan, son!

Mum, dad is in the game
I know dad he will rise again
Kick the monster, break its neck and throw it in fire
Like what he used to about Jesus
And you will know he is not like my toys
I know son
Right now you cant understand but later you will

I know mum
Right now you cant understand but later you will



In memory of my late father who passed on in 1993 while i was a little boy


Details | Elegy |

Selector Is Dead

I chose the reggae mix
Not because i have long hair
Not because i have read eyes
Not because I chew the cud 
Just because i love selector

I chose to listen 
Because of Selector 
He reigns in the kingdom
Of my old box radio
With his maroon black suit 
he mixes better
Pulling his aerials 

I know the battery cells 
were dieing
But i didn't know selector 
Was sick
The copper meal was turning metallic 

I hit my cassette tape
And put in selector's box 
Selectors tuxedo was moving with rhythm  
Reggae tone, Nine one one mixing
As sleep squeezed 
Juice out of my marbles 
Till my mouth was left hanging open
with malt juice stretching like magma 
From my endless pit
As i enjoyed the madness 
snoozing..

When the sleep bondage 
Let me free
Shock welcomed me from the world
of more sleep more slander  
To a world still like the grace 
The whole house was dead
I could smell the corpse in my socks
And silence reminded me my bottle
Selector was mixing nothing 
I could only hear his shoe kicking 
The mixer Since It is you to kick the bucket 
Not selector 

I chose to unscrew my box radio
With my eyes about to fall from the socket
Sorrow was waiting for me 
With wide fangs
Selector was there
Sleeping between positive and negative
the cockroach was dead  

I was pissed off
To discover that selector 
Had gone to meet Lucky Dude
In paradise
I chose the Cosby fish coffin 
Knelt and spit on the floor 
sneezed two times and 
walked to my neighbor 
Do you have any bored selector there?
I asked a fool who studied world war two
And chose to practice it on my selector dudes

My neighbor stared at me
And I asked again
Do you have any cockroaches you give me one
He thought i was crazy
I remembered he is lawyer
The best he does is wear a black suit
Like that of young selector
Yes i smoked evaporated from my hair
And i remembered young selector 
The Sound mixer who went on strike
And feasted on my green shirt
For not buying him a radio box

I found him In the corner of a cupboard
Mourning his papa
I said come dude, don't mourn Big selector  
He went to meet Bob money
I will be nice to you
You will be my selector
Come we mix 'don't worry be happy tone'
I put him in the radio box
At the sit of the late selector
Gave him morale 
by putting new charged batteries 


And I screamed 
Rock dem' selecto
I turned on the radio box
And my new hired selector 
Was like his late dad
he mixed my best hit
'Don't worry, die happy

Rest In Peace
DJ selector