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Where does the Slitherfeen go?

Poetry By: CRoberts

Welcome to the world of the slitherfeen in a nonsensicle world of submime insanity.

Submitted:Sep 11, 2012    Reads: 30    Comments: 9    Likes: 6   

Where does the Slitherfeen go?

It's the strangest of things when the Slitherfeen goes

Though it does every day that I've seen

But to where does it go only Lighferflife know

'Cause they're from where the Slitherfeen's been

'Till the Slitherfeen comes, when the day has begun

The Lighferflife all pass away

But they dance and not run, for that isn't much fun

As the whispering wind she will say

'O do you know where the Lighferflife go

Does the place make you be born anew

I've heard that this place is the vastest of space

Is it dark with no colour or hue?'

The Slitherfeen faced, in the air of the grace

The wind who whispered such things

And told it a tale of a Shabberlock's flail

And the omen of bad luck it brings

'The Shabberlocks fate was changed by the Tate

Of modern ideas in his mind

He thought of a word, which was new but absurd

By consequence now he is blind

For how did he find such ideas in his mind

If it wasn't for twisting an eye

But for want of a twist, it has now come to this

And he wont ever see the blue sky'

'But what of its flail' did the wind now wail

As she picked up some thing from the sea

I'll pass it this salt, surely true to a fault

The sight of dear Shabber will be

'Don't you see the decent, and predicament

Said the Slitherfeen onto the wind

It was strange ideas, that caused all the tears

So learn from this and rescind'

Then the Slitherfeen left, and with shortness of breath

The Lighferflife entered the scene

With minds so bright said in comforting light

Don't listen to him - he is mean

For yes we do know where the Slitherfeen goes

To a place where its hard to escape

For he fears our ideas and he has done for years

Because he can not change his fate

That soon he will fizzle, and perhaps even sizzle

And then he will disappear

But the collective that's we, will grow do you see

By result of the newest ideas.


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