Inspired by Abridged Classics, Brief Summaries of Books you were supposed to read but probably didn’t. Written by John Atkinson, Creator of Wrong Hands.
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Man and his spear.
Moby Dick and his prize Great Dick.
The Man is Who!
We Loved
We had the
It snowed us alive
Was it a great laugh or great organistic pleasure!
Look at me
I ain’t Friend but Foe
I am celibate with meaness for the Cruelty!
Sad until a twilight
Life begins as the clock tick tock
He began to strut
A rooster’s walk
With banter and song
We know why the arse is remarkable don’t we all!
Smile nothing is as no one does
Live a free laze a three
Old and fair a years ago
Weapon and power dance with sword of play
Scotland looks askance and say what
But stays the play without a good scrutiny it falls to naught
Tulips call my name and say remember
Looks righteous and indignant
I say who me?
A bulging what is the trouble in my eye!
I said not I for I did nothing to sway the rod and reel
I am indeed a calculation
Aroma a tease my soul a please
Memory of this time suffices a nine
Over and over I continue as my mind say continue riddle riddle
For who at play but one I say
We stand as one as peel after peal ring
Find or lost we sit ajar with mouths of fool
We don’t know but the play continues as we look away
White man is the snow
Looking on the street class changes from time to short
Running fire hot through red river of warm
Cold snap is crack that solidates a look of ecstasy and revelation of sexual tango
Until the skin begans to tell
The morrow chooses a cuckoo to fly
Great stones remember the age of he
Until an act of will consumes the visage of he
Who is right and who is wrong?
Questions flay and clashes many
If kids understood the world of risk
What is indeed a cruelty is men women flawed
and sweet for justice unfulfilled becomes a merciful jest
Being an out is a good play against the grain of whom
La La La La indeed a fellow or lady say who is the wit you or me or most “August” society
Lust and lasciviousness run hand in hand laughing with deceit we be
Still the right of time changes the quality of time
A thrill makes the life of zest runs its pace and makes the thought mesmerize
Mine or yours not a memory to gainsay
Mine exist yours does not
Positions of power is position of nowhere is the poor
As the rich fly high as the rod strikes hard firm
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Be it hate or a mirror of an emotion indiscernible to the mind
He is or she is or a book cover is sufficient to thrill a judgment of fault
Superficial or reality it laughs with delight smirk for wrong with the wheel
Delusion or reality is indeed a quest of the infidel or the most prodigious fool
A thrill of a remarkable is my heart a sing a lot
Gracious times begat a thin line of lunacy and reflection of sad depression for a right or wrong becomes indeed a felonious charge
Clear or unclear rings and walks the barrier of clarity and conscience or not
A spider knits a conclusive correlation and adjust his web to sway
Immediacy clamors the walls of justice or foolery to amuse the tickler who watches the play of audaciousness continue to lure further
Madness or sane cold legitimacy of brevity of speech thought
Concludeness of set notion of fear, change, complacedness obviously seen thus by few many and why it states a purpose of collectiveness
Be it absurd or meanness to hold solemn the way of norms
Instill interior and clear as water is the play of game
Racism portray Africa as a darkness as relates to people of a nation
Darkness negated as equal to non-positive blind reflect unclear but beseech a question of equality
Be it fair to remove or place all on one race or to skid against responsibility of all require same view
What is the cost of the indelible search for soul empty of necessity
Whether essence be a thorn or two in the side of academy of language of right
It still provides facets of true right to judge justice and man's awareness of whether he is better, good if justice is his friend and bed partner
If not justice that cleaves to a thorn anyway what can sever the cast of felony
Justice in man is sometimes an illusionary not beyond the blur of sight but a pleasurable securing of flesh
But is right brick, mortar and water and then stone or the fist raised in defiance and secured right and unyield
Moderate or moderation of contempts still portray man's infinity still tumbles before a fall for it brings nature before truth, right, justice
Indeed with justice in written form it yields to mold of perceiving with sight, mind, recollection and content that conclusive summary brings forth to written in stone
When a supplant is dead then comes the true mockery of who is really master and servant
A feather is cleaner than those of a crowded thorn
Be it a façade or true is the illusion a clue to the barrier of ridiculous mimic
A love destined to mock destiny and a mean plot of malice and macabre to serve a thrust of two for looking past a true worth that sees no gain but revenge
The Pearl by John Steinbeck
Raging thrist reviles a heart of jealousy
Be he Black or not is he the man for fair Desdemona rages a scream for nay
Was magic a potion or Othello’s sheer Black magnetism that sizzled Desdemona’s brain and won Othello’s hand in marriage
Does trust be a facet of fictionary fodder or an aspect of
manure that can nurture a case of true unrest?
Spikes and thorns become the
fighting spurs to alleviate the conjuring of affection to defend all?
A manipulator’s tool is Cassio the
ignorant and gullible buffoon led astray by a hate filled Iago
Should a cat with a mouse be
allowed its way to play fray the prey?
Madness is true indeed a ride of incomparable pity and mate of jealousy!
Simplicity is always blandishing its swords and say I conquer for I am right a besotted blind stupid fool.
Treachery is obvious the toast of this town and endeavor to lie and celebrate a hate as flames burns and consumes all good!
We lastly wonder was it because he was Black?
On the Road written in 1957 by Jack Kerouac.
Indeed travel and living became a coherent necessary.
The road signified a dream that may reveal realities or assumptions of reality.
The life of a wastrel ensnared utterly and receded like the tide.
Foot taps and travels caused them to stop resisting and instilled the need to leave and be free.
A wild spree of whatever ensued as the two traveled with no rules, no convictions and no holds barred.
Pleasures reduced as the free footloose chase continued on and on searching for the elusive.
A parody of thought of escapism shimmers before both eyes and encourages them to travel and travel and nothing.
The Cantebury Tales modeled in Middle English, these tales of 24 stories consists of over 17,000 lines of Middle English by Geoffrey Chaucer between the time frame of 1387 and 1400.
Tales herald long and far a troup of pilgrims relay a sweet melody of verse and wit.
Prattling of great and small touts the arrival of fair and medium thrust of charitable play
Spirituality fights mightly with worldly acts of right vs wrong.
Challenging one and all with pen, wit and daring the English plodded not but dance a twinkle with verbs and naught.
Audience who be the hearer and receptor of words of many cascaded as drops of sweet dew and mist to free thoughts of many.
Complete is a differing conscience or a relative blow to ascertain authencity and a facetious melodious cry for creativity blow his horn to change and evolve.
Finish Finish was it indeed a completion or a charge to be done and by whom.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
