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Poem 1149

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Impressionist Portrait by Ralph Waldo Monet narrated by Mister Underhill

Robert Hawkins

That my car.
(sand-brown on red.)
In my garage.
(beige, creeper green.)
By my house.
(tar-paper black off white broken tile.)
Near my yard.
(wheat straw yellow weedy green.)
Close to my job.
(blase blue tinged traffic rage red.)
My life to date 2008.
(shades of purple blackeye yellow blue.)
(rainbow effect purtian puke ethic yellow green.)
My finished portrait of your life.
Oh, oh not my life yours.
I'm just pure plain.
(bruised plum orange-pink.)
I am just an impressionist.
What the hell did you think?
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bobby

note;
I can paint with words.
Mister Underhill.
Thinks Bobby needs a shrink.
He thinks Mister Underhill prosaically has nice tits.

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

Ask Yourself

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 18:21

Liken Mind

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 16:29

Then What About You

Submitted Jun 13th 2011, 20:51