Listen up everyone, because this is important: you may be under the impression that the poems i’m writing for the increasingly inaccurately named Poetry Month are inconsequential. Trifling. But nothing could be further from the truth.
Many of these verses are cautionary tales, and if you do not heed the sage advice therein, you may find yourself starring in a sequel poem in which you meet your untimely demise. That’s exactly what happened to poor Gary Baldwin, who joins us at the $10 Medici level, and who ignored the lessons in Don Clemson’s poem, and suffered the unfortunate consequences.
Gary’s Last Stand
The last time Gary hammered a nail
He hammered into the side of a ship
He clambered aboard it and proudly set sail
The last time Gary hammered a nail.
The last time Gary tied a knot
Was when he moored the ship he had brought
To the shore of an island (or so he had thought)
The last time Gary tied a knot.
The last time Gary stood his ground
The land churned up and all around
And Gary was chewed up and swallowed and drowned
The last time Gary stood his ground.
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