{"id":11001,"date":"2015-06-13T19:50:11","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:50:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=11001"},"modified":"2015-06-13T19:53:16","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:53:16","slug":"11bis-at-the-time-of-carnival","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/11bis-at-the-time-of-carnival\/","title":{"rendered":"#11bis &#8211; At the time of carnival"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Creature_20140916194448.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-medium wp-image-11003 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Creature_20140916194448-212x300.jpg\" alt=\"Creature_20140916194448\" width=\"212\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Creature_20140916194448-212x300.jpg 212w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Creature_20140916194448-723x1024.jpg 723w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Creature_20140916194448.jpg 1000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 212px) 100vw, 212px\" \/><\/a>He is so frightening<\/p>\n<p>With his scaring-animals eyes<\/p>\n<p>His cut-bleeding nose<\/p>\n<p>His green filthy teeth<\/p>\n<p>And grungy beard<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He lives in the mosses<\/p>\n<p>With his big M on his front<\/p>\n<p>His pink ears buzzing<\/p>\n<p>And his hell horns open to<\/p>\n<p>The desert landscape<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Yes, he\u2019s famous for<\/p>\n<p>Playing in a horror movie<\/p>\n<p>Without any makeup<\/p>\n<p>And nobody believes it<\/p>\n<p>Wait to see him<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In the morning<\/p>\n<p>No more temptation<\/p>\n<p>To go further more<\/p>\n<p>Than in this disguise<\/p>\n<p>At the time of carnival<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He is so frightening With his scaring-animals eyes His cut-bleeding nose His green filthy teeth And grungy beard &nbsp; He lives in the mosses With his big M on his front His pink ears buzzing And his hell horns open to The desert landscape &nbsp;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":315,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11001","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11001","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/315"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11001"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11001\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11018,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11001\/revisions\/11018"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11001"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11001"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11001"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}