Analysis of SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN
CRYSTAL CHANDELIER 1953 (Queensland)
If you were to win the lottery,
Do you dream of what you would do,
Let's make it real and say the amount,
Would 35 mill do it for you
Would you race off and tell your family and friends
I believe that to be a mistake,
They would all rock up with their hands held out,
To see how much they could take.
Would you like to hazard a guess,
As to what I would do,
I wouldn't tell a single soul,
I would make a beeline for Myer,
Albeit in my wheelchair,
And I would buy their most
expensive shoe
Is that a scoff I hear from the gallery,
Where only peanuts dare to live,
Why on earth would you buy a shoe,
When you can't even walk,
I think what you're saying Is a total fallacy.
I'm going to find the finest hospital,
With the finest surgeons,
Because I have unlimited funds,
I can afford to bring in the very best
I can afford to bring in the big guns.
I'm going to have everything fixed,
My knees my shoulders my boobs,
I'll probably have something done to my face,
Give me more confidence,
When I rejoin the human race.
When all is said and done,
When I'm finally fit and well,
I'm going to buy me some land,
Down on the Gold Coast,
Up in the Hinterland.
I'll build a big sprawling Queenslander,
With a huge meandering veranda,
All the way around,
Does this sound to you,
Like I'm describing the perfect plan.
It's good, but it's not yet perfect,
There's something important still missing
I'm gonna have to think long and hard,
It really is a mystery.
Nope I've got it now,
The essential part to this plan,
Call me dumb
Call me stupid
How could I have missed it,
I'm gonna go out and get me a man.
He will need to be at least
6 foot 3,
Not an inch shorter or tall,
He'll have big brown eyes,
And jet black hair,
He'll be a kind and gentle man
If he wants to be part of my plan.
Most of the time,
He will wear his hair up,
In my favourite style
He will wear it in a man bun,
Methinks you should wipe the sweat from your brow,
Because this story has only just begun.
He will have the longest eyelashes,
That you've ever seen,
Is that a new colour
I see rising in your face,
If I'm not mistaken,
Methinks it's the colour green.
He'll have the biggest heart,
And the strongest arms,
When he wraps them tight around me
I'll feel safe and secure,
It will be impossible to ignore his charms.
His name will be Matt,
I have no idea where I got that
Who cares
I'll take it,
I'll put it in my plan
It is now a fact.
His skin will be dark,
To match his eyes and hair,
I'm not too sure about his ethnic background
Oh Mother of God give me mercy,
I've just decided,
He's going to come from Turkey.
Bite your tongue,
This is not your fantasy
It's mine,
If I want a beautiful man to be in it,
He’ll be there
Altho obviously,
I would need to turn back time.
Wouldn't it be great
If this plan were true
But shock horror it's not
It's imaginary,
Altho surely you must agree,
It does display,
A certain originality.
I don't intend to keep my win a secret,
But I'm not telling anyone,
My family won’t know
Unless they contact me,
Which I expect to be around the 12th of Never,
So it looks like I've hit a home run.
This amazing imaginary plan
That I've just conjured up
Is in a world I will never visit
How can I be so sure of that
I've never once bought a lottery ticket.
LIKE A PLAN
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Metre | 110110100 11111111 111101001 111111 111101110001 101111001 1111111111 1111111 11111001 111111 11010101 11101110 010011 011111 0101 11011110100 11010111 11111101 111101 1111101010100 1101101010 101010 011101001 11011100101 1101110011 11011101 1111011 11001101111 111100 11010101 111101 11100101 11011111 11011 10010 1101101 1010100010 10101 11111 110100011 11111101 110010110 110111101 11010100 11111 00101111 111 1110 111111 1101101101 1111111 1 1111011 11111 0111 11010101 111111111 1101 111111 0111 11110011 111101111 01110110101 11101010 11101 11011 1110011 111010 11011 110101 00101 11111011 111001 111010010111 11111 1110101111 11 111 111011 11101 11111 111101 1111011101 110111110 1110 11011110 111 1111100 11 111010011101 111 11000 1111111 10111 11101 111011 10100 1101101 1101 01000100 11011111010 1111010 110011 01111 11011101011110 111111011 101001001 111101 1001111010 11111111 11011010010 101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 3,327 |
Words | 764 |
Sentences | 19 |
Stanzas | 21 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 7, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 4, 6, 7, 6, 6, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 6, 5, 1 |
Lines Amount | 112 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 118 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
About this poem
A DREAM ABOUT WINNING
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Written on February 07, 2022
Submitted by teahleannezane on January 29, 2023
Modified on March 14, 2023
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