idealdabbler Posted September 17, 2007 Report Share Posted September 17, 2007 THERE IS A PLACE CALLED IDEALThere is a place called IdealGeography hallowedEconomy fallowedAnd never a thought to concealThere is a place called IdealWhere poor folk breedAnd slackers succeedAt living a life for realThere is a place called IdealWhere rich folk comeAll dressed as bumsTo fit with the local appealThere is a place called IdealWhere the corner storeNow closed as beforeIs a landmark under a sealThere is a place called IdealWhere fat-cats playObscuring the bayWith all of their so-called zealThere is a place called IdealWhere locals in summerExclaim What a bummerWhen all of these tourists congealThere is a place called IdealWhere the winter is peaceFor the traffic will ceaseBut my fingers I cannot feel©2007 Thomas L. Royce Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted September 18, 2007 Report Share Posted September 18, 2007 ~ You always make me envision!That could be my Ideal, Where poor folk breedAnd slackers succeedAt living a life for real... That sounds good Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
idealdabbler Posted September 18, 2007 Author Report Share Posted September 18, 2007 ... That sounds goodNot quite good, just ideal. BTW I thought the ending was a little harsh so I spit out another stanza after posting, but found my time to edit had expired.Anyway, with the new stanza it reads:THERE IS A PLACE CALLED IDEALThere is a place called IdealGeography hallowedEconomy fallowedAnd never a thought to concealThere is a place called IdealWhere poor folk breedAnd slackers succeedAt living a life for realThere is a place called IdealWhere rich folk comeAll dressed as bumsTo fit with the local appealThere is a place called IdealWhere the corner storeNow closed as beforeIs a landmark under a sealThere is a place called IdealWhere fat-cats playObscuring the bayWith all of their so-called zealThere is a place called IdealWhere locals in summerExclaim What a bummerWhen all of these tourists congealThere is a place called IdealWhere the winter is peaceFor the traffic will ceaseBut my fingers I cannot feelThere is a place called IdealWhere despite the badI’m really quite gladThere is a place called Ideal©2007 Thomas L. Royce Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whirling Dervish Posted September 18, 2007 Report Share Posted September 18, 2007 I like it. Much more idealistic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phillipe Posted September 18, 2007 Report Share Posted September 18, 2007 Hmmm...I like harsh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest dirtydog Posted September 19, 2007 Report Share Posted September 19, 2007 Very Interesting..... I like I Think.Hey there is a place called Sandspit I wonder what you could do with that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
idealdabbler Posted September 20, 2007 Author Report Share Posted September 20, 2007 Very Interesting..... I like I Think.Hey there is a place called Sandspit I wonder what you could do with that?Sorry, I don't travel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
idealdabbler Posted September 20, 2007 Author Report Share Posted September 20, 2007 Hmmm...I like harsh.Have you discussed that with your therapist? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
idealdabbler Posted September 20, 2007 Author Report Share Posted September 20, 2007 I like it. Much more idealistic.Thanks, I'm glad someone got that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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