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Monday 5 December 2016

The tale of the schlemiel (121 of 365)

Welcome to day 121 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day schlemiel meaning: "a stupid, awkward, or unlucky person."

The tale of the schlemiel 

Good day sir said the schlemiel 
Good morrow replied the fat reprobate 
They strolled on each to their own business 
the schlemiel could not connive why such beautiful trees bloomed by the river
He tipped his hat down to the mayors wife Lillian, who strode across the bridge
The schlemiel being fond of 
Wide bosoms trailed behind
Unbeknownst of her small-town nobility
Good day, gleefully he sang
She replied being dour and cheeky
She had him if only for her jealousy
Reprobate husband
Who happened to stroll by 
In the meadow two blonde
Souls nestling about 
The schlemiel looked up and saw despairs 
Lillian crooned and smiled mischievous 
The schlemiel fled 
The reprobate chastised the woman
So they say but others say 
She crushed him beneath her pleasantness and constant indifference.

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