Below is the poem entitled HEY WAITER, THERE'S A TURTLE IN MY SOUP, sonnet by SYNISTER TRENDENCIES which was written by poet
MacMillan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Twee/DULL da/DUM da/DUM da /DUM DUM
jeers at the Dutchess, then exhumes jewels
from sightless eyes. Five and Seven, forbidden,
bleed out, for the Queen beheads those unschooled
in her ways. Cornered, the ole turtle mocks
his Soup's new lexicon, using small words,
but behind the scenes, he damns even clocks
for changing with tides. Poor Dodo, still absurd,
drowns hapless guests in sent-a-meters of tea,
for he knows best and trusts his ex-tincts,
though the hatter is maddened by duplicity.
So a chair empties. A cat sadly winks.
New wonderlands await. She's out the door...
Cuz Alice just won't live here anymore.
My new alter-ego, SYNISTER TRENDENCIES, will occasionally make an appearance
on soup. Best to leave the more .... in/sight/full and inciting views to poetry.
Questions? Fire away!
Hugs sent out, even to turtles.