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A BOY OF HOBBIES

Danish
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It is creative poem related to a boy who is having too much hobbies with clever mind, with a sense of meaning full and harsh nature

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maybe_im_wrong

I kind of see why your parents were frustrated? But also like, maybe having hobbies is actually the whole point. Idk, the poem makes a case for it.

I kind of see why your parents were frustrated? But also like, maybe having hobbies is actually the whole point. Idk, the poem makes a case for it.

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I like the lake,
And I like to bake;
Always I go fishing and fishing rods I take,
And I always make a cake.

I can flip a can,
My skin is getting tan;
I like that man,
because I am his fan.

Every time I see a leech,
It just make me itch,
I just like Bond
because by him I am fond.

Mother to the father always complained,
A lot I played;
Then I explained,
that he is being flayed.

I like the lake,
And I like to bake;
Always I go fishing and fishing rods I take,
And I always make a cake.

I can flip a can,
My skin is getting tan;
I like that man,
because I am his fan.

Every time I see a leech,
It just make me itch,
I just like Bond
because by him I am fond.

Mother to the father always complained,
A lot I played;
Then I explained,
that he is being flayed.

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  • maybe_im_wrong

    I kind of see why your parents were frustrated? But also like, maybe having hobbies is actually the whole point. Idk, the poem makes a case for it.

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  • nodding_along

    I keep coming back to the line about your parents complaining. The way you defend yourself after that feels so honest.

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  • just_curious_tho

    Do the repeated stanzas mean something about returning to the same hobbies? I'm curious what drew you to that structure.

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