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Major English
by TD Euwaite

Upon the box marked laundry soap
A phyllo dough surprise
Of art and love and warriors
He does philosophize

In the market square down there
On Sunday afternoons
In battle dress and silver hat
Frayed jacket still festooned

He touts the virtues of the past
Hero’s impending doom
In his hat, drop fifty cents
And see his chest balloon…

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Major English
by TD Euwaite

Upon the box marked laundry soap
A phyllo dough surprise
Of art and love and warriors
He does philosophize

In the market square down there
On Sunday afternoons
In battle dress and silver hat
Frayed jacket still festooned

He touts the virtues of the past
Hero’s impending doom
In his hat, drop fifty cents
And see his chest balloon…

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Only if you are nekkid!

When I spell things differently in verse I do it on purpose.

Did you incorrectly spell the word Philosophise wrong on purpose or have you been using the American spell chekkar?

Just curious ;)

I tried to take the picture but you must turn your phyllo dough surpise to the side so we snap the best pose.

I love it, and would be proud to take your photo standing next to it, lol. BTW, I FINALLY saw that Y!A picture of the guy you said looked like you. Prior to that, I saw people who couldn't possibly look like you (women, a rapper, etc.). Good morning!!

Shouldn't that be 'prose'?
(He has a doppelganger?)
My answer's a negative.

Major English won't have his picture taken, except maybe with sunglasses, to hide his eyes.

I like it.

Snap. I took your pic. I like this poem.

Yes, it is a poem, but your father, 50 cents, chest balloons......
HUH???????

Love this like always......something unique and special...
a cheer, a laugh or a deep intellectual thought are always your gifts whenever i come around to read..........thank you TD!

I like the poem, but I have a question? Is Major English shaped like phyllo dough?
The first stanza causes me to think of a white guy, the colour of dough & thin like phyllo, standing on a soap box chatting away to the passerbys. Is this correct or am I missing the image?

*click* Here's fifty cents on me.