Six hundred savage defeatists
Brought about a slight change
In national morality
Gone, all the bee bop
Rogues who once stood
On every parallel corner
Twirling sweaty bandanas
Round fat pig greased fingers
Banished, all the subversive
Swingers, who terminally
Undecided, rocked the boat
One beat time too often,
And floundered with
A cheery wave ta ta
1 comment:
Serious and heavy at the start, I found this poem continued until it had a change of tone in the closing lines and became more light hearted. I found that an unexpected ending. Im not too fond of the fourth line in the third stanza. I think the line could be better constructed. I do enjoy your use of the word floundered. Flounder is one of my favourite words. :) im easily pleased.
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