Let the Lint Fall Where It May

Let the lint fall where it may,
In the dirt or in the hay.
The clock is stuck at half-past one,
Desolation has begun;
Now the table won’t be set
For the meal I’d hoped to get.
Things have turned out to be worse
Than this twisted, tortured verse.
All my feelings go awry
When a stick’s poked in my eye,
And the sound of heavy metal
Grinding every flower petal
Seems to last for forty years—
Who will wipe away my tears?


Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #253
More Writers’ Pantry #7 at Poets and Storytellers United


Posted on February 16, 2020, in light verse, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. How well you manage to convey that the situation is much more dire than the words suggest!

  2. Heavy metal always cheers me up. Nicely done.

  3. I agree with Rosemary’s comment. So well done.
    Heavy metal (if music) would grind me down too.
    Anna :o]

  4. Embrace. Embrace it all. Nice work, Teach!

  5. Heavy metal certainly makes one feel better 🙂

  6. Love the rhyme and the dystopic mood!

  7. Beverly Crawford

    WOW. The end of the world in 14 lines! Well written.

  8. Ouch. This is like that last scene that just leaves you breathless.

  9. Loved this–a succinct and difficult write–well done!

  10. Oh! It feels like the end of the world most mornings these days when I look at the news. I guess I rather hope for you that there is nothing more personal (although I guess the end of the world as we know it is quite enough.) I could never say it as well (obviously).

  11. This is why I love words…..you’ve brought the world to nothing in a few lines.

  12. Well someone will probably be there when it happens. I think I may bow out beforehand and let all those responsible take the brunt of it and have the explaining to do…but shh! I’ll be sleeping.

  13. The end of the world played to a soundtrack of heavy metal….It so sounds possible. I feel this one.

  14. And you are? At first I thought a cow bird. Right away I related, this morning my watch was stuck, stopped at five to five.
    The I came to the stick in the eye. Been there, done that too. Before I wore trifocals and after healing I didn’t need glasses. But the, forty years since hasn’t transpired yet.

  15. Someday the tears will be wiped away. Let’s hope for soon.


    I feel ya! My mom had a plaque in her kitchen that read ‘Come in, Sit down, Relax, Converse, Our house doesn’t always look like this, Sometimes it’s even worse.

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