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Futility

I. The weather is cold. Do you need a sweater? I feel warm and fine – never better. Anything I can do for you? Can’t think of one thing or two. Want a hot cup of tea? No thanks, not for me. A nice back rub? Not now bub. Goodbye! Bye! II. Hi! Oh, hi! How are you? I have the flu. Something I can do? Can I have chicken stew? So sir, I have no chicken, But with toadstools I could thicken. A nice back massage would sure be nice. I surely doubt you could afford the price.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 4/8/2024 10:47:00 AM

Hello David, your poem humorously captures the essence of miscommunication and missed connections in everyday interactions. I loved how the contrasting dialogues in the two stanzas highlight the absurdity and frustration of trying to offer help or seek assistance when communication breaks down. Your wit and wordplay add depth to the portrayal of futility in human interaction. This is a clever and entertaining piece that reflects the complexities of communication. - Blessings, Daniel

David Crandall
Date: 4/9/2024 5:53:00 PM

Thanks Daniel, I'm glad you liked it and I appreciate your comments!