Frame Dude

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    I wrote this after visiting my niece and seeing a framed photo of people I didn't recognize.  I asked her who they were and she said "frame people."  It was a picture that came in the frame and she thought they were cute, so she kept them. LOL

    Frame Dude

    My family photos sit upon
    the fireplace mantlepiece,
    a vast array of kinfolk,
    here a cousin, there a niece.

    Amid this row of relatives
    I see your smiling face;
    with handsome, even features
    it looks oddly out of place.

    So fit and tanned and gorgeous,
    your perfection fairly glows
    next to Cousin Linda's lazy eye
    and Grandpa's bulbous nose.

    I love them all, I really do,
    they mean the world to me.
    But for them to look like you
    they'd need cosmetic surgery.

    So even though you don't belong
    among this motley crew,
    your picture shall remain because
    I've grown attached to you.

    When people ask me who you are
    and want to know your name,
    I shrug and say to them,
    "Beats me, the guy came with the frame."

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    bandit1192 commented on Frame Dude

    11-23-2009

    This was great, had me laughing. You really do have a wonderful ability. I'll be back again..... TS.

    rougepriest commented on Frame Dude

    10-10-2009

    lol wow outstanding! love it love it...............i give you a 15

    queenrosered commented on Frame Dude

    10-10-2009

    This is your usual poetic and funny work Celly! Im soooo glad that you came in here!!! Thanks and lets read each others work till we die, ok? (Which hopefully will be many, many years from now, Ha!) Love Ya, Rose! :) P.S. Yeah,keep the frame dude, lmao) ;)

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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