Roistering Through The City Streets *
by Jim Dunlap
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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This is a parody poem on Blake's "Piping Down The Valleys Wild". It is self-explanatory, and no précis is needed.
Roistering through the city streets,
Whistling merrily along --
Tapping feet in measured beats
Accompanying my cheery song...
I saw a gaunt and homeless child
Begging in the streets for bread --
On each side, heedless strangers filed
With conscience slumbering, or fled.
"Please, sir, grant me a trifling boon,"
The starving gamin cried --
I said, "Go hear your mother croon;"
He said, "Oh no! She died."
I delved deep in my pocket,
Pulled out a knife and comb,
Some money and a silver locket...
Mementos of my own lost home.
I pried the faded picture from it,
Gave coins and locket to the boy --
My song resumed, I tried to hum it
As his pinched face lit up with joy.
Then, dancing gladly on my way,
I left him to the whims of fate --
I can't right all Earth's wrongs today.
Perhaps tomorrow. Sure, they'll wait.
* Re "Piping Down the Valleys Wild,"
with apologies to William Blake
Previously published in the NeoVictorian/ Cochlea, 2004
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|Reviewed by David Young
|Great touch of words with so much meaning.|
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|Very much doubt Blake would demand apologies. This is great, Jim!
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is so well-written, J.D. I am sorry I missed it until now. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you.
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Thank you Jim, for making me feel better. I enjoyed!|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|there certainly is enough of it going around ... sometimes the things said in jest are when they're said the best ;)|
|Reviewed by Eddie Thompson
|the gaunt and homeless grow accustomed to our waiting...i wrote a poem called "Starvation" that comes to my mind.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Thank you for sharing this fine piece!!
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|I like a poem with dialogues. Wonderful write, Jim!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
"Roistering Through The City Streets*" sings beautifully.
I enjoyed this composition ("Parody") and hope that
many more will be posted soon.
Thank You, Poet for sharing Your art, and for
enriching the pages of Poetry.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU