Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 959

Out There He'll Stand, Like Half A Man

"Okay, but why?"
The cleanser perplexed.
Tipped a bin nearby,
What does he do next?

Are they trashing things,
On their way out of the world?
Lalli then entering,
To be a cosy cat curled.

He beckons to his mate
But he'd rather die standing out.
He'd sooner face his fate,
Then he starts to have doubts...

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So I did the whole song after Mr Plinkett mentioned it

My Fate (based on The Chain by Fleetwood Mac)

Listen to the roof bl-o-ow
Watch the fungi-i-is
Standing in the shado-o-ows,
Damn you cat, damn your eyes

And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)

And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)

Listen to the blobs go-o-o
Passing right by-y-y
Hiding in the shado-o-ows
Damn you cat, damn your eyes
Maintain sile-ence
Damn the dark, damn the light

And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)

And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)

And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)

Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)

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Pg 960

Loudly Capped, "Food Is Trapped!"

"Fine," Emil resigns,
"Let's die in here!"
His manly Swede spine,
Has given in to his fear.

A few more minutes of life,
His convictions quickly rid.
Into the barrel he dives,
Noisily closing the lid.

They blurt "FOOD IS TRAPPED!"
Shouting too "FOOD IS CAUGHT!"
Their paws insert into the gaps,
With them both occupants fought.

But a giant shadow looms over,
The beasts and plastic drum.
A loud scream, whose owner
Will also partake in the scrum.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH'm The Very Model Of A Monster State Unnatural
(Based on I'm The Very Model Of A Modern Major General)

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH'M the very model of a monster state unnatural
I'm equal-parted vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am a thing from Jylland in a house that was historical
From many men to giant who's asking questions rhetorical
My hunger stays unsated, it borders on fanatical
I've undergone mutations, mind is simple and erratical
What explosions woke me, the creatures I cannot refuse
With many noises and the shouting I am very not amused...

I'm very good ethereal and looking scary-fabulous
I show the metaphysical and the natures that entangle us
In short, my matter's mineral, vegetable, and spiritual
I am the very model of a monster state unnatural

I am a magic mystery, I consist of mainly flesh and rocks
I utilise hypnotics, I've a body made unorthodox
I'm a vampirific with an impaired hypothalamus
Psychotic, I'm a horror, peculiarity and perilous
Came from hell, sprouted merging cells from human colonies
Something provoking called us from our shaded archaeologies
Then I came lumbering at which I hear acoustic din some more
And bristle at the share of that infernal nonsense from the spores

Then I can try at squashing still the histrionic puny forms
Then it can be silent in the hamlet as it is the norm
In short, in matters spiritual, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a monster state unnatural

The fact, that I know not why they prattle on about the barrelin'
When I only know the direction now to which I'm travellin'
They think they're scary, however I'm the one who's scariest
And when I come it's likely they will all be eating dust
When they have learnt what process has been made in this effrontery
Then I'll be more gigantic, of them there is no recovery
I'll sport a further gathering, a few more kilos bodily
You'll say a bigger monster animal there will never ever be

I'm a solitary fallen, feelings fuzzy, extra-sensory
Houses being brought down, all after almost post a century
But still, my matter's vegetable, animal, and spiritual
I am the very model of a monster state unnatural

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Pg 961

Giant Confronted Thus, Barrel Shunted, Brushed

A great beastly titan,
With neck elongated.
Its mouth raises and widens
For the creatures rock-plated.

The dusklings looking in dread,
At the enormous abhorrent.
Spraying sanguine red,
The furious injured tyrant.

A lunge too quick to dodge
At the creatures of noise.
The pair's barrel dislodged,
Flung away like some toys.

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Pg 962

Yum Yum, Hit The Drum

As the barrel bounces,
The lid opens as it lands.
An eager Duskling pounces,
Emil stabs with knife in hand.

"YUM YUM!" it salivated,
Before its quick dispatch.
Lalli's dizziness aggravated,
He rapidly re-closes the hatch.

A spear-like leg perforation
In the barrel with a 'THUNK!'.
Thankfully, there was separation,
Otherwise one would be sunk.

The pair look up anxiously,
As the monstrous jaws bit.
The teeth snap voraciously,
Making bloody deposits.

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Pg 963

No Longer Imperilled, Asleep In The Barrel

The monster eats beside them,
Its sinewy neck extended.
The pair still inside the drum,
An inanimate object pretended.

The thumps quieting fade,
The skulking hulk manoeuvering.
The pair dead well played,
Then relief washes over them.

With duskling cadavers strewn,
They're safely sheltered, somewhat.
With the night comes the blood moon,
They fall asleep in the butt.

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Pg 964

Asleep For Days, Emil Will Laze

The duo barrelled
They're both in a dream.
The lid that they held
Might not be as they deem.

One needs to awaken,
To check the lid's closed.
For days Lalli's stayed down,
It's Emil turn for repose.

Reluctantly he rouses,
Letting in the light.
With the heat he allows in,
Emil wakes up despite.

With the morning's sun in
The break of dawning.
Continuing their running,
All the way from here on in.

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Pg 965

A Fist His Way Sends, Punch His Maybe Friend

"We're alive!" the Swede calls,
They're both on their feet.
Follow the shoreline, is all,
To the extraction point, sweet!

"We're so lucky" he declares,
Emil can't believe it.
He flails about in the air,
Lalli's about to receive it.

The joy he can't restrict,
While Lalli's napping upright.
The sudden pain he inflicts,
Punching his friend in delight.

Woken up by being beaten,
Punches becoming habit.
The Finn has been treated
To Emil's greatest hits.

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Pg 966

You'll Feel Better Again, Don't Die Till Then

Emil didn't realise, that
He doesn't appreciate it.
As he punches in reply,
Again Lalli fainted.

"URP!" the cat retches,
Hits the grass bed, queasy.
Mikkel will be fetch-ed,
Try not to die, please...

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Pg 967

At Last Crossed, The Guys Long-Thought Lost

Three beings with no drive,
With a fourth on the bunk.
Having a siesta, taking five,
In a weary sort of funk.

The cat pricks up ears,
And makes a curious "Prrh?"
What is that she hears?
It's the long abandoned sirs!

Through the entrance cut away,
They clamber in, the poor guys.
Only arriving but today,
Are they a sight for sore eyes!

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Silent Bear Hug, Who Was The Mug?

The great Danish bear
Greets the pair at the door.
Emil asks when he gets there,
A bear hug, say no more.

In the farmer's embrace,
Squishing the Finn and the Swede.
No change in his calm face,
His act saying all he needs.

"Does this place have a bath?"
Emil was saying before the squeezing.
Asking who's letting in the draught,
Sigrun's trying to mourn, she's freezing.

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Giving Hugs (based on Need Some Love by Rush)

I'm lookin' here
I'm lookin' there
The dead pair have returned
Cause there's a tired young Swede
And a scout at my door
That my two eyes do discern

Well it seemed to click
That they're both here now
We thought they died away
That's why she's mourning'
That's why he's pinin'
Each and every day

Ooh I'm giving hugs
I said I'm giving hugs
Ooh yes I'm giving hugs
This feeling I can't rise above
Yeah, yeah

Well I been sittin' here
I been nappin' there
I been waitin' for a couple weeks
And I started feelin' this strange sensation
Now I'm a-crushin' both your cheeks

Well we tried to keep our hopes alive
But cynical for thou
Now you made the distance across, you two,
Someway, somehow

Ooh I'm giving hugs
I said I'm giving hugs
Ooh yes I'm giving hugs
This feelin' I can't rise above
Ooh yeah yeah

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Pg 969

Life Rafts Expedite, Just Injuries Light

Out on the water,
The great shipping barge.
The life rafts spotted,
Deployed from the vessel large.

His head wrapped in a big scarf,
The scout sits and the Swede too.
Wheelbarrow underneath a tarp,
While the rest stand for the view.

Sheltering from the downpour,
The group and their quarry.
The rescuers make the shore,
Are there any medical worries?

Replies "We've got some injuries,
But nobody is dying." Mikkel said.
This was a minor victory,
After a lost puffy-head.

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Pg 970

In A Plastic Box, Pok! Pok! Poks!

Some of the squad
Do not speak Icelandic.
Correct, Sigrun does not
Have their verbal semantics.

Of their members they're short,
They lost one of their own.
In their status reports,
It was not made to them known.

The cargo gets tallied,
The feline gets screened.
Unceremoniously carried,
Into perspex quarantine.

Tapping the walls transparent,
It's undignified, unpleasing.
Staying until it's apparent
That kitty's cleared of diseases.

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Pg 971

One Month In The Clink, No Discounts Wink Wink

Discussions abound,
Transit negotiations.
There will be no discounts,
Regarding the duration.

Not two weeks, ma'am.
It will be a month.
Into the slammer,
They'll all have to confront.

From the silent world depths,
Into Iceland direct.
The public won't accept,
So they'll have to disinfect.

They can't wander in free,
Despite what she thinks.
Even immune to the Disease,
No one escapes the clink.

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Pg 972

Smiling Face Sighted, For Meals Delighted

Merely stepping off the ship,
Makes them infectious potential.
The quarantine can't be skipped,
There'll be no treatment preferential.

In the window young Reynir spots,
A smiling face with thumbs up.
He waves back but he's caught,
Before the queue he disrupts.

"So how excited are you about
The soon to be had proper meals?"
Sigrun is very excited, no doubt.
The candle stew was an ordeal...

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Pg 973

How's The Cook Perchance? Apologies In Advance

As the group prepare to enter
A long period of isolation.
Sigrun means no offense there,
To Mikkel's cooking ruination.

"How good is your cook?"
The Dane asks the boat's crewman.
Seems good food can't be partook,
As he send apologies in advance...

Individual wards of separation,
Prepare for hospital food.
Treat it like some sort of vacation.
The adventure's to be continued.

[corncobman]

Adventure 2: Page 2

Illuminated Hood, Annihilated Brood

A forest far-flung
Avians perch on wood.
Something lurks among,
A glowing figure in hood.

A disaster is brung,
The birds haven't withstood.
Their song left unsung,
As their bodies accrued.

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Page 3

Books And Thinks, Isolation Stinks

The Scout naps in the rear,
As he's quite accustomed.
The cleanser Swede cavalier,
Seems bored, and then some.

In centre, the medic reads.
Peaceful, straight forwardly.
Transporting the sheets,
A hazmat suited orderly.

Kitty increasingly vexed,
In an abhorrent trap.
Sigrun leaning, stretched,
'God natt, kat' on her lap.

Some have books from the shelf,
Others taking a prorogation.
The Iceland man himself,
In quiet contemplation.

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Page 4

What Treatment Is This? A Shot And A Miss

The quarantined derpkit,
A little bit peeved.
Stir-crazy, it's the pits,
With no way to leave.

Tap the glass in impatience,
Crying out all the while.
Wailing her frustrations,
This place cramps her style.

This transparent detention,
Drives kitty ever fervent.
But she has the attentions
Of a passing man-servant.

Cat compelled to stroke,
Through safety gloves.
From the bespectacled bloke,
Finally getting some love.

And how are they faring?
The others, what of them?
Playing Battleship declaring,
A shot, and a miss just then.

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