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Poem 309

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How the hell did he do that?

Mad-Mike

How the hell did he do that?
I wondered at the sight.
Just how could that which could not be
Could ever be a might?

When eyes and logic dictate to
Our minds what can't and can...
And yet to see it in the flesh
Such deeds performed by man.

How the hell did he do that?
I stood there mouth agape.
Such acts I ne'er suspect could be
Performed without a cape.

No "S" upon the doer's chest
No gadget, thing nor tool.
And yet to see what has been done
Confounds the smartest fool.

How the hell did he do that?
I guess I'll never know.
It was impossible anyway,
A quite unlikely show.

And yet I like to think one day,
I'll find the hidden fact.
Until that day I'll ponder just
How the hell did he do that?

- Michael Mannon
Oct 23, 2007

Mad-Mike has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mad-Mike's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mad-Mike's latest works:

Batch of Haikus No. 1

Submitted Nov 19th 2007, 05:19

When Alistair Ponce Came to Town

Submitted Oct 24th 2007, 13:33

A Thousand Channels of Nothing

Submitted Oct 24th 2007, 11:17