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I know he croaks, croaks and croaks.
Like a croaker on a rainy day he talks;
He croaks, and I hear his prolonged croak,
Yet why dry dung his throat does choke?
Croak! I know, his croaking is a flaw,
But another’s flaw now begins to glow;
Croak! Croak! I do hear his guttural croak,
Yet why dry dung his throat does choke?
Whizz… a bloodhound flies sky-bound.
There! a dead swan thuds on the ground;
A king a wanton archer inaptly does crown;
Aha! this man now proves king a clown.
This piece is based on a tale in which a king hired a wanton archer to sling cow dung balls into his minister's/advisor's mouth, for king despised him for talking too much.
*5th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 1, 2020)
Oct. 2, 2020
"The Unexplained" Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
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