Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

I

by Rody White

I,
Cant turn a blind eye,
On the fourth of July,
To the Asian fruit fly,
That glides by,
My steak and kidney pie
Like some northern spy,
For the F.B.I
And waits in the bonsai,
For me to supply,
Information I have on florescent hair dye
That’s not to imply,
That I’ll be dominated by
Or even comply
I will not stand by,
But rather let fly
At this wise guy,
This small fry
Let out a war cry,
Into the bone dry, blue sky
Before sending him home to die
In his native shanghai.

Added: 06.02.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

07.05.2010

clever poem, made me think

10.05.2010

Liked the determination of the end rhymes, some inventive ideas!

13.05.2010

Good rhyming structure but seems to lose meaning and context.

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