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In a circle the book club begins Their discussion One retired teacher, prim Her lips pinned down tight A wispy wizened doctor Eyes dancing tangos with the page The guy who owns the print shop Insightful And handy with a story Two bored teenagers There to complete assignment And one rangy biker Tats blue on stringy arms "Well let's start. On a scale of one to 10 how would you rate it?" The teacher considered The doctor laughed "1!!" And the teens rolled their eyes Science, not poetry, Should guide you, kids "I think I disagree," Said Ms. Teach Moving closer to the doctor And further from the leather bound Dew rag crowned Wild man of the road "Poems reveal, then with time, Solve mysteries Science, science is cold. It's mechanical and inhumane." "No! No!" Cried the doctor Bouncing up and sitting down Science is the music of the stars Stanza and verse From the hand of God!" And from Leather Bound "Science carries my mechanical bike Into poetry" The teens sat up, eyes unrolled Say what, Dude? Whatcha mean there? (Cool cool line!! Leather Bound Science/mechanical bike/poetry=WOW!) | |||
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Thanks! I thought you might like it. | |||
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In a circle the book club begins Their discussion One retired teacher, prim Her lips pinned down tight A wispy wizened doctor Eyes dancing tangos with the page The guy who owns the print shop Insightful And handy with a story Two bored teenagers There to complete assignment And one rangy biker Tats blue on stringy arms "Well let's start. On a scale of one to 10 how would you rate it?" The teacher considered The doctor laughed "1!!" And the teens rolled their eyes Science, not poetry, Should guide you, kids "I think I disagree," Said Ms. Teach Moving closer to the doctor And further from the leather bound Dew rag crowned Wild man of the road "Poems reveal, then with time, Solve mysteries Science, science is cold. It's mechanical and inhumane." "No! No!" Cried the doctor Bouncing up and sitting down Science is the music of the stars Stanza and verse From the hand of God!" And from Leather Bound "Science carries my mechanical bike Into poetry" The teens sat up, eyes unrolled Say what, Dude? Whatcha mean there? "Poetry ain't ink on paper It's where the words take you The place where my bike goes ..." Momentarily taken there looking for another word "Which reminds me of a story" Broke in Mr. Print Shop | |||
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In a circle the book club begins Their discussion One retired teacher, prim Her lips pinned down tight A wispy wizened doctor Eyes dancing tangos with the page The guy who owns the print shop Insightful And handy with a story Two bored teenagers There to complete assignment And one rangy biker Tats blue on stringy arms "Well let's start. On a scale of one to 10 how would you rate it?" The teacher considered The doctor laughed "1!!" And the teens rolled their eyes Science, not poetry, Should guide you, kids "I think I disagree," Said Ms. Teach Moving closer to the doctor And further from the leather bound Dew rag crowned Wild man of the road "Poems reveal, then with time, Solve mysteries Science, science is cold. It's mechanical and inhumane." "No! No!" Cried the doctor Bouncing up and sitting down Science is the music of the stars Stanza and verse From the hand of God!" And from Leather Bound "Science carries my mechanical bike Into poetry" The teens sat up, eyes unrolled Say what, Dude? Whatcha mean there? "Poetry ain't ink on paper It's where the words take you The place where my bike goes ..." Momentarily taken there looking for another word "Which reminds me of a story" Broke in Mr. Print Shop Rapping on the table The teacher frowned Stay on subject We're going astray | |||
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In a circle the book club begins Their discussion One retired teacher, prim Her lips pinned down tight A wispy wizened doctor Eyes dancing tangos with the page The guy who owns the print shop Insightful And handy with a story Two bored teenagers There to complete assignment And one rangy biker Tats blue on stringy arms "Well let's start. On a scale of one to 10 how would you rate it?" The teacher considered The doctor laughed "1!!" And the teens rolled their eyes Science, not poetry, Should guide you, kids "I think I disagree," Said Ms. Teach Moving closer to the doctor And further from the leather bound Dew rag crowned Wild man of the road "Poems reveal, then with time, Solve mysteries Science, science is cold. It's mechanical and inhumane." "No! No!" Cried the doctor Bouncing up and sitting down Science is the music of the stars Stanza and verse From the hand of God!" And from Leather Bound "Science carries my mechanical bike Into poetry" The teens sat up, eyes unrolled Say what, Dude? Whatcha mean there? "Poetry ain't ink on paper It's where the words take you The place where my bike goes ..." Momentarily taken there looking for another word "Which reminds me of a story" Broke in Mr. Print Shop Rapping on the table The teacher frowned Stay on subject We're going astray "Well, I dreamed I was at a NASCAR race with Emily Dickenson -- " "-- Do either of you teens have anything to say?" | |||
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In a circle the book club begins Their discussion One retired teacher, prim Her lips pinned down tight A wispy wizened doctor Eyes dancing tangos with the page The guy who owns the print shop Insightful And handy with a story Two bored teenagers There to complete assignment And one rangy biker Tats blue on stringy arms "Well let's start. On a scale of one to 10 how would you rate it?" The teacher considered The doctor laughed "1!!" And the teens rolled their eyes Science, not poetry, Should guide you, kids "I think I disagree," Said Ms. Teach Moving closer to the doctor And further from the leather bound Dew rag crowned Wild man of the road "Poems reveal, then with time, Solve mysteries Science, science is cold. It's mechanical and inhumane." "No! No!" Cried the doctor Bouncing up and sitting down Science is the music of the stars Stanza and verse From the hand of God!" And from Leather Bound "Science carries my mechanical bike Into poetry" The teens sat up, eyes unrolled Say what, Dude? Whatcha mean there? "Poetry ain't ink on paper It's where the words take you The place where my bike goes ..." Momentarily taken there looking for another word "Which reminds me of a story" Broke in Mr. Print Shop Rapping on the table The teacher frowned Stay on subject We're going astray "Well, I dreamed I was at a NASCAR race with Emily Dickenson -- " "-- Do either of you teens have anything to say?" One said...er... The other...uh... And then the first replied It's just words, man, words Don't mean jack to me | |||
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In Search for the Meaning of Poetry In a circle the book club begins Their discussion One retired teacher, prim Her lips pinned down tight A wispy wizened doctor Eyes dancing tangos with the page The guy who owns the print shop Insightful And handy with a story Two bored teenagers There to complete assignment And one rangy biker Tats blue on stringy arms "Well let's start. On a scale of one to 10 how would you rate it?" The teacher considered The doctor laughed "1!!" And the teens rolled their eyes Science, not poetry, Should guide you, kids "I think I disagree," Said Ms. Teach Moving closer to the doctor And further from the leather bound Dew rag crowned Wild man of the road "Poems reveal, then with time, Solve mysteries Science, science is cold. It's mechanical and inhumane." "No! No!" Cried the doctor Bouncing up and sitting down Science is the music of the stars Stanza and verse From the hand of God!" And from Leather Bound "Science carries my mechanical bike Into poetry" The teens sat up, eyes unrolled Say what, Dude? Whatcha mean there? "Poetry ain't ink on paper It's where the words take you The place where my bike goes ..." Momentarily taken there looking for another word "Which reminds me of a story" Broke in Mr. Print Shop Rapping on the table The teacher frowned Stay on subject We're going astray "Well, I dreamed I was at a NASCAR race with Emily Dickenson -- " "-- Do either of you teens have anything to say?" One said...er... Then replied It's just words, man, words Don't mean jack to me The other, remembering lyrics From Grandma's records Said You've got to walk that lonesome valley By yourself. | |||
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I checked it out. I don't have a Kindle. I'll see if I can borrow one. | |||
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