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 September 19, 2001 |
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Ode to a Parcel of Popinica Corey 09.19.01 |
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Of e-mail sent and money spent: A diecast trio find Of long weeks suffering anxiousness for a packet tightly sealed and betwined The long sought sound of tires on gravel perks ears and sets heart a-quiver A rush upstairs only confirms: It's here! Finally delivered! A moment first for gathering hair prickling at the nape then slowly slips the blade beneath a flap to slit the tape Nestled amidst the carefully crumpled Asian newsprint wads there sits, swaddled in bubble-wrap three toys fit for the gods Again an indrawn breath marks true an awe filled reverent pause and then, with no further ado let fly the eager claws Wonderful, happy, inviting boxes bordered in a silv'ry grey proclaim to eyes, which have hungered long 'This is a joyous day!' One by one the cheerful cocoons of a toy age long since spent are peeled free most carefully no flap gets creased or rent Nesser is the frisky one wry mouth and winking chrome Tiny squeaking wheels below blue torso smooth as loam Skyler: what a wily chap! Snapping jaws, sagacious eyes Blue missiles for the poinking while patrolling household skies Bazoler -Oh Bazoler! Your horns they shine and dart With eyes and mouth determinedly set you unerringly pierce the heart Collect the trash, break down the box the toys: posed on a shelf Packaging and the small bits stored 'Poorer but feeling wealth And so Gaiking's lonesome no more his trio has come to stay The only downside is the fact that we're all too old to play cae 9-17-01 |
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