Of Voices & Violins: More Godawful Poetry

28 Aug

It ain’t over until it’s over, dahlings. Until then, suck it up and deal with the rotten verse.  Orange Sadistic Jammies is on a rrrrrrrrroll!  :mrgreen:


Vivaldi is straining

To tell us there are four seasons

Above the thunder of the Indian third,

And the boom of drums

And tramping feet

And idol-cart squeaky wheels;

A minority Italian

In a roaring Indian nation

Drowned out,


Amid decibel peaks,

While a clay elephant head

Smirks at his isolation

And trumpets noiselessly

To crown the din.


2 Responses to “Of Voices & Violins: More Godawful Poetry”

  1. Gulshan Aunty September 3, 2008 at 6:34 pm #

    Oooo, i like this — am FTC
    On this day of G-Chaturti
    For whatever its worth
    On his day of birth
    Lets celebrate with this irrelevant(?) poetry!

  2. Orange Jammies September 3, 2008 at 6:43 pm #

    Aunty G: I’m more irreverent than irrelevant. 😉 But never mind that. Thanks for the trivia. Had no clue G-Chaturthi was a birthday. But then again, the din I’ve described above doesn’t permit any thinking.

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