Statured, and strong.
Wore a fine mask,
Arms built, legs long.
Strutting, unashamedly,
He had nothing to hide;
For he was invincible.
Having six feet of height,
Filled with six feet of pride.
He appeared six feet tall,
But had twelve feet to fall.
So twelve feet he fell.
He now stands half a foot tall.
Or maybe just a foot.
14 comments:
Uh huh...uh huh...I'm listening to you explain this to me on the phone now and it makes perfect sense!!!!! You genius you!!! Ahhhh! The symbolism! Samuel Wong. You should come to Calvin and study Literature!
Sam I miss you!
It's so funny to be talking to you on the phone and reading your blog and discussing poetry at the same time!
I like your soon-to-come post.
I want to be the first person to leave the most comments in one post on your blog.
Because I love you.
Therefore I spam your most wonderful blog.
Yes, Sam, I'm terrible.
Hahahaha. I'm laughing as hard as you are on the phone.
Sarah Wong you are simply terrible. Can't stay to talking on the phone huh?
You see what desperate measures distance can drive a person to?
We should never do this on Dad's blog.
Ok, I'm satisfied and done.
o.O
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