Sunday 8 September 2013


GUITAR POEM     

 

by Sol Green

 

 

 

 

 

 

The terribly

loud guitar

played a

noisy

 and

grungy

 sound

making

all the

 people

around

 it cover

 their

ears in

the hope

that the agonising tune would stop

 Due to the extremely high pitch

 every item of glass within the

 room cracked and shattered

 over the recently refurbished

 black carpet forcing everyone

 to scream and run outside.

 Somehow the dreadful noise

 managed to follow them making

 the crowd incredibly stressed and

 worried. Even worse the torturous

 sound increased in volume causing

 some people to faint and

 wildlife to scatter.

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