There once was a man, or could have been a man who'd rather been a woman, though he had mostly male features, aside from abit of a feminine speech.....still one might think that "there once was a man" whose name was Poetry.
The name Poetry may seem abit odd but does it really matter? Why does everyone feel compelled to make some observation bout the man's name.? Do folks really think that a done grow'd up man named Poetry is goen to be amused by somen's fool comment bout his name?
I say, at least for this story, that we agree to just accept the man's name so we can get on w/it. (damn, it's not like I named him)
Poetry was abit of a loner, had no family, loved music, liked scuba diving, enjoyed the outdoors, had as many friends as he could tolerate, but his greatest joy and pasttime was readen and writen poems.
His friends would ask " written or read any gd poems lately?". Poetry wld lean back in his chair and say "naw, I've been scuba diving".
Poetry found such vast beauty in the sea that he oft imagined how great it wld have been if he had been born a Poetry fish.
He cld go anywhere he wanted cause poetry fish have no predators and man never tries to catch poetry fish cause their ain't no such thaing.
Unless of course, he decided to become a new species - he cld hear it now as wlter cronkite reported "this just in, apparently a large school of poetry fish was seen off the coast of Finland today. The almost deafening sounds of what some say were at least 2,358 poems were heard rhyming their way along as they headed out to sea".
But Poetry was just as content to be the man he had become, one who loved writen and readen poems.
The End
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