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Contests : Wergle Flomp Free Poetry Contest : Past Winners : 2002 : S.M. Hall III
SERENADE
When the fingers of day are curling
Like a paralytic's digits, and Diana's moon pops out,
We all pop out and want to get a little.
When we don't, we go home
And put on a little Beethoven,
And in a Romantic mood, poke out our eardrums,
So we amy then have an awful destiny to which we are
Drawn like bugs to a blue light,
Or ministers to a gussied-up policewoman,
Which we doubt Byron and his band of chick-magnets
Ever thought of as they looked at each new sky,
Not knowing they didn't have many left,
But that is the poet's function:
It is his inevitable destiny
To make an ass of himself in private, and then in public,
When he reads from his book upside-down
Loud moose-like bellows and nonsense syllables,
And then stick his head under some woman's dress
And maybe get a little, or at least a
Reminder to stop at the market and pick up some fish.
Sent as a joke to poetry.com,
this poem received an honorable mention in the 2002 Wergle Flomp parody poetry contest sponsored by Winning Writers.
About S.M. Hall III
Mr. Hall has been a playwright, radio announcer, chef, mail handler and Poet Laureate of The Hockomock Swamp Rat of Sharon, MA.
A graduate of The University of Southern Maine, he won the 1985 Convocation Theme Essay Prize.
He is presently a schoolteacher in Tampa, FL and fiction editor of Northwoods Journal.
Northwoods
Press recently published Mr. Hall's What Rough Beast as both a book and compact disc.
Mr. Hall's work has also been selected for inclusion in the 2002 edition of The Maine Scholar,
published by the Honors Programs of the University of Maine System.
Of Serenade, Mr. Hall writes, "I have it printed out on a pretty floral background from poetry.com
as well as a solicitation from the company regarding my soaring flight of verbal fancy."
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