Letters

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha !
Letters, happily dancing across my sight,
Like a cobra struck with delight.
As they come out of their prison sight,
They dance to the music's height,
Graciously swaying to the rhythm of the Ritz.
Ooh, they stop!
Commotion starts anew.
Surprisingly, they run from and to.
Oops! A long slim six inches widget
devours them in a minute.
In a split of a second they went down in cadence-
Marching on, line by line in silence.
In an eye wink of a moment,
they fall-in in column and in line.
Like a mass of waving army ants,
they are lead to a fine and soft
eight and one half by eleven white barren skin.
In an eye wink of a moment,
they fall-in in column and in line.
Both sides of them are contrived with margins.
They way sided for a while for law stinted them.
But, almost always they cease in a big black point.
"A command will be their obedience,
if and if they are ordered."




Poetry by Jose Winston Soldevilla
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Written on 2012-03-27 at 13:52

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Utterly original and wonderful, Jose. A delight to read.
2012-03-27