Hidden Prufrock
This is a poem I wrote as a new part of Prufrock’s life. It was posted on a Wiki for editing butI wanted to save the original.
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There once was a woman in Nantucket
Oh, wow what a bucket.
A lack of style
Walking every mile.
Up strolled a man who was in quite a jam
He gave a sly smile, said ‘good morning ma’am’
She asked who he was,
J. Alfred Prufrock is my name, it creates quite the buzz.
They became quite the pair
Certainly the talk of the local fair.
How she tame such a ‘consumate gentleman’
She certainly wasn’t spillin’
No more smoke filled nights
Oh, but she raised him to such heights.
Getting it for free
Certainly beats him begging on one knee.
If you don’t know the rest of what happened
Don’t let your passion be dampend;
Get over all those regrets
Because in this hidden sequal even Prufrock forgets.
