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GACK IN THE GOX

Nope; no good. Try as i might, i just can't:
I push and i shove and i bend and tear,
I spindle and fold, stack it at a slant,
chop, twist and scrunch. It's abundantly clear
though that...this...damned thing...won't! Go! Back!...In! Here!

I use all the arts of origami
to recreate its original shape;
I slice it and dice it, like salami,
even stamp it flat like i might a grape
should i lose my rag - a disgruntled ape -

each time it won't go in its fucking box!
Am i missing something, some sly tactic?
Because right now i feel as dumb as rocks -
as though it were mocking me. I'm not thick!
There's a way around this, some neat and slick,

slipperier tack, some trick of the trade,
or similar solution to the task...
I just don't know what it is! I'm afraid
that i've forgotten, that the answer's masked...
and besides, i'm just too old, scared to ask.

M. Peacock 281123

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Martin Peacock

Fri 6th Sep 2024 12:51

Ah, the long stand! I was sent to fetch one of those - plus a round tuit or two - back when i was a youngster. Them were t'days!

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Fri 6th Sep 2024 09:43

I've been told that in such situations, a generous dollop of elbow grease is most efficacious-failng that, a long stand might just do the trick!

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