I keep coming back to the line about your parents complaining. The way you defend yourself after that feels so honest.
A BOY OF HOBBIES
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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Thought
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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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.
Thoughts
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PermalinkI 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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PermalinkI keep coming back to the line about your parents complaining. The way you defend yourself after that feels so honest.
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PermalinkDo the repeated stanzas mean something about returning to the same hobbies? I'm curious what drew you to that structure.