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POETRY
Putting the Pieces Back Together
A poem/sudden rant
This is not a poem with a message profound,
Just a little rant related to an irritating rat that ran around,
Skittering, scampering, and scrambling on the table it clowned,
Knocked over my mug, leaving the handle shattered, unbound.
At first, I was shocked when I heard the sound,
Then rage crept in, my emotions unbound,
I screamed, “With my fist, your head will be crowned!”,
But, gone like a fart, the smelly bastard was nowhere to be found.
Rear up, head down, I crawled on the ground,
Swearing like a sailor, but never making a sound,
After 10 minutes, three broken pieces I found,
With super glue and sellotape, the handle I bound.
It’s not very pretty, and it won’t be renowned,
It will never be perfect, the scars will always be found,
But, it works, and works well, and for that I am proud,
Though once broken, this mug is perfectly sound.
Thank you for reading and have a great day!