The ellipsis
was sulking and
in a pensive mood….
And so I said: Well?
And Ellipsis said: What?
I said: You’re sulking…
And Ellipsis erupted
like pimples on an adolescent’s face:
*You wrote poems on every tribe of my race;
you wrote of the full stop and the comma and the dash
and about every other freak that jumps up
on a printed page…
And now you ask me, why I sulk!*
So, I said cautiously,
what do you want me to do?
*So, write me a freaking poem on me -
The Ellipsis!*
And I scratched my head, and I said:
*A poem about the Ellipsis?
Hmmmm…*
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 11:38 AM UTC
The ellipsis
was sulking and
in a pensive mood….
And so I said: Well?
And Ellipsis said: What?
I said: You’re sulking…
And Ellipsis erupted
like pimples on an adolescent’s face:
*You wrote poems on every tribe of my race;
you wrote of the full stop and the comma and the dash
and about every other freak that jumps up
on a printed page…
And now you ask me, why I sulk!*
So, I said cautiously,
what do you want me to do?
*So, write me a freaking poem on me -
The Ellipsis!*
And I scratched my head, and I said:
*A poem about the Ellipsis?
Hmmmm…*
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