Just A Question

Just A Question short poem

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Can you imagine,
six bunnies sitting in a row
all tapping one toe.

Six birds in branches above
all singing songs of love.

Six frogs croaking in a pond
waiting to turn into princes?

Six M.P all shouting for space,
to upstage the P.M is their race.

Fact and phantasy all mixed up
and a lot of it is corrupt.

Comical and Political,
mix very well, and that,
is serious for our world.

Unrest, upheaval
and pure evil
the order of the day.

Will there be an ending
that is happy?
I ponder.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Rob J Mann
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I like and value the concept of this verse, but can’t help thinking things got a bit confused along the way. I hope you don’t mind the criticism, but I think you should revisit this one.

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Amriyota

Loved it………..

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