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Pied Piper Rats

Till the end of day's The piper played A tune upon rimmed crystal glasses Because the rats grew such they all consumed his favorite flute And though he searched both high and low Nowhere he could find an erstwhile replacement On which to place his lips to blow The same old tune the rat's would follow So he found a new instrument on which to play Until his fingers bled Raw on the freshly cut crystal glass He never gave up his calling Till the end of day's

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David Kavanagh

Date: 6/17/2020 5:31:00 PM

Yeah I get the glass singing but it’s the way you interwove it with the determination of the piper to rid the rats in such a painful manner but more than that it rolls out without effort has a trippy edge cheers David

Christopher Flaherty
Date: 6/17/2020 7:14:00 PM

Once again cheers David Thank you very much Probably because i am determined to rid myself of the painful rat within

David Kavanagh

Date: 6/17/2020 5:53:00 AM

This one is very deep Christopher highly original where it came from I’ll never know, eats right into your bones, cutting glass and rats what a combination, cheers David

Christopher Flaherty
Date: 6/17/2020 1:32:00 PM

Cheers David Thank you for reading and commenting much obliged and appreciative Interested to know why choose this poem in particular. Was it the title cant even remember when i wrote it. Think it was about the singing noise a wine glass makes when you run your fingers over it and booze tax