​Wings

One fine day I awoke and alack!

Two white glorious wings graced my back.

Was it blessing of flight?

Could I soar out of sight?

Needed practice to give me the knack.

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So I perched on the Eiffel of Tower

On a night of a copious shower

When the streets were deserted

And attention averted

such as looks of disdain or of glowers.

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Down below were the drenched, cobbled streets

and the asphalt and solid concrete.

Up above were the stars.

Far beyond beckoned Mars

while my wisdom still clamored: "Retreat!"

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But why wings, if for flying not for?

To be shackled to earth evermore?

So I walked to the ledge

After courage I dredged.

But I oozed frigid sweat from all pores.

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Then the leap and my chest to the night

And the flapping of wings to take flight,

But no aero-dynamics

So I started to panic

As I started to fathom my plight.

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Outspread wings met the wet of the wind,

But the hover was brief. Not the spin

As I plummeted down

All the way to the ground

Which I hit with the tip of my chin.

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Then my pearly teeth quick followed suite

And the cobblestone ground them to roots

Then my nose was imploded

And my cranium corroded

That's a fact without serious dispute.

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Well, the rest is a blur of events

To forget them I feel more content

Glimpse of scalpel and blood

and the tasting of mud

My unconsciousness was heaven sent.

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I survived by the slimmest of chance

But I'm learning today how to prance.

See! I woke up with hooves

Might as well try improve

Place your bets on me when you're in France.

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Others in the same style which I wrote years ago:

http://www.city-data.com/forum/writing/1184400-99-...