Elegy for a Suicidal Manchild

A five minute poem thing I wrote many moons ago.

It all started whilst I mowed the lawn.
"Yay I'm mowing the lawn!" I said
And then it happened,
it happened so fast

I veered to the right,
I veered to the left,
I missed many birds, snakes, and rocks
but not Hoppy the Frog

"OH NO!" I said in my dismay.
"I hit Hoppy the Frog today!"
At first I stood,
in shock of course.

I gathered him up,
his guts and pieces.
And drove to the bluff,
in my lawn mower, thinking.

I stood at the bluff,
and took a dive.
Hit a rock,
and hurt myself.

 

Author's Note

Not exactly a serious piece. Its very childish.

Reviews

[Kieran James McGovern]

I like your "disclaimer" that it isn't serious, 'cause I would've read it a few more times trying to figure out!

I can relate in a few ways; I too live by a bluff, and I also accidentally killed a frog with a stone when I was 8. Totally distraught, and my classmates held a trial for it! I was innocent in the end, frogslaughter charges waived!

[cest la vie]

Childish, from a man's point of view.. Hmm, this is such a metaphorical piece.
Again, another fine write.

[Sarah]

LOL IT WAS SO FUNNY I HAD TO READ IT AND REVIEW IT AGAIN

[Meik]

very....interesting...poor frog...but i like the piece nonetheless....maybe this is why i don't mow the grass....hmmm.....

[Sarah]

this is really funny!!!!!! i liked it alot lol. oh good times while mowing the lawn hahahaha.!

[Mjr. Tom]

I find it amusing, nice piece :)