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BigBleu
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Some ideas about possible themes and stuff about this poem:
Calamity
F.R. Scott
A laundry truck
Rolled down the hill
And crashed into my maple tree.
It was a truly North American calamity.
Three cans of beer fell out
(Which in itself was revealing)
And a jumble of skirts and shirts
Spilled onto the ploughed grass.
Dogs barked, and the children
Sprouted like dandelions on my lawn.
Normally we do not speak to one another on this avenue,
But the excitement made us suddenly neighbours.
People exchanged remarks
Who had never been introduced
And for a while we were quite human.
Then the policeman came--
Sedately, for this was Westmount--
And carefully took down all names and numbers.
The towing truck soon followed,
Order was restored.
The starch came raining down.
Any help would be welcome, thanks.
Calamity
F.R. Scott
A laundry truck
Rolled down the hill
And crashed into my maple tree.
It was a truly North American calamity.
Three cans of beer fell out
(Which in itself was revealing)
And a jumble of skirts and shirts
Spilled onto the ploughed grass.
Dogs barked, and the children
Sprouted like dandelions on my lawn.
Normally we do not speak to one another on this avenue,
But the excitement made us suddenly neighbours.
People exchanged remarks
Who had never been introduced
And for a while we were quite human.
Then the policeman came--
Sedately, for this was Westmount--
And carefully took down all names and numbers.
The towing truck soon followed,
Order was restored.
The starch came raining down.
Any help would be welcome, thanks.