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A parody of E.A. Poe's poem "Alone"
A thistle’s flower – I have not been
a winsome rose; I am not seen
suave, debonair; My round physique,
my pate sans hair, makes girls think “Geek!”
I was not blessed with Gable’s grin;
Asymmetry – another sin.
My teeth don’t shine an ultra-bright;
I grind them when I sleep at night;
Ascerbic mouth – my lips pursed tight;
I’d rather run than start a fight.
My nails cracked and bitten through;
When asked to date, they’d snap: “Screw you!”
Then on the net, in open forum,
I altered me, with rogue decorum;
With “Face-Off” grace – took Cage’s smile;
With comely guise – I could beguile.
From my new-found sanctuary,
From my posture bold, but wary,
From my creativity,
I contrived a brand new me.
From mind’s ashes raised a Phoenix -
Recombinant new double-helix,
From the wretch that had my form,
Minstrelman, the Bard was born.
Well aware, it’s just a spoof,
my ego’s nowhere near the roof;
A little more than thistle down,
tho’ somewhat less, the canting clown.
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