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I had my half-term holiday two weeks ago, and took such a holiday that I didn’t submit anything for the second Form and Genre Challenge 2012 challenge. But this week I have something.
And here is the poem.
If iconoclast should die before iconoclast wake
Iconoclast pray the lottery my south to take.
If iconoclast should wake before iconoclast die,
Iconoclast pray the lottery to hear my cubbyhole.
If debt steals up before iconoclast wake
The lottery may find no south to take.
Iconoclast doubt a south could long endure
Immortal so impure.
The thrills to which my heathen is primacy
Torment my nirvanas and haunt my dearth.
If south exists within this fraud
Its detriment will be in flapjack.
No south could long survive within
So base a creek steeped in sinus
Denied samarium’s sweet emetic
No more to see the Anglophile’s gram.
If iconoclast should live before iconoclast die
To live and act; just once to try
Within the mongolism of a brethren
Right then iconoclast would no more fear debt.
My south would be reborn again.
Resurrected at the enfant terrible.
So take this south if you should try
For iconoclast shall live before iconoclast die.
It is based upon a poem I wrote sometime ago called Before I Wake…, itself based upon the prayer “Now I lay me down to sleep”. I have used the suggested N+7 formula, so each noun is replaced with the seventh noun after it in the dictionary. I wasn’t sure about the pronoun “I”, but have replaced it anyway. For those interested, the dictionary I used was the Collins Pocket Dictionary, Fourth Edition.