Poem
I wanted to post one of my son's poems. His writing is humerous, with a bit of a serious twist.
The humuncus
Humuncus, humuncus how I hate thee if only you would leave me in peace.
Get out; get out, out of my head no more chanting, no more teasing,
Don’t pull on my strings, stop looking through my eyes
This is why we hate the humuncus,
He leaves me; but will you be next???
The humuncus
Humuncus, humuncus how I hate thee if only you would leave me in peace.
Get out; get out, out of my head no more chanting, no more teasing,
Don’t pull on my strings, stop looking through my eyes
This is why we hate the humuncus,
He leaves me; but will you be next???
Labels: home life
posted by Kim at 1:17 PM
2 Comments:
If I knew what the heck a humuncus is, it would make the poem that much more satisfying :-)
lol...I remember learning in Psychology about the Humuncus as a little monkey-like creature who sits inside your head and looking out through the eyes, he pulls strings that operate your body, much like a puppet. Apparently people used to believe this. I have done a search on the web and cannot find anything, and have long since sold my Psychology textbooks. Anyway, Sunny-boy heard the dad-person and me talking about the humuncus...and the rest is history. Ask your other half if she remembers anything about it. I'd be curious to know.
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