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Duck, Ditch and Dissemble

Sing a song of six-pence
a pocket full of whys
two and eighty Februarys
ground into a pie
and when the pie is opened
the years begin to bleat,
“Aren’t we all just little more
than lonely, roving sheep?”

He was in his concealing house
counting all his money
hidden wall(s) treet the mouse
cheese-faces bright and sunny

She was in the camouflage
eating cheese and wine
a fan to shade the ever-flaws
that fading personal shrine

and They were in the garden
hanging up the clothes
dirth-y laundry’s pardon
never truth disclose

© Jilly’s & Silly Jilly  All Rights Reserved

Mish has us contemplating the metaphorical mask at dVerse tonight for Poetics.  Join us!


A wild soul writing poetry.

31 thoughts on “Duck, Ditch and Dissemble

  1. Aha this is worbly wise and rather disconcerting…I wonder who he is, the man in the concealing house….I could think of some glib likely candidates…she reminds me of the queen in Alice- “off with her head”.

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  2. A pocket full of whys is what I come home with from my preschool class, so I loved that line in particular but you had me singing the whole way through, Loved the use of satire to drive home the message.

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  3. Silly Jilly — you have outdone yourself in this one! LOVE it! And the ending is superb — the idea of hanging out the dirty laundry as connected to masking! So very well done!


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