Some days the brain is frothy,Your turn. Whatchya got?
But other days it’s slumberous.
Some days it’s smart and lively.
Some days it’s thick and dumb... erous.
I’m partial to the former,
But this ain’t one of those,
And even though it’s Friday,
I ought to stick to prose.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Poetry Friday: Thick and Dumb... erous
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Leak on, leak on, O deep Gulf well.
ReplyDeleteAnd you, British Petroleum, you go to Hell.
Now tell me, Slimbo,
Tell the truth:
Doesn't this silly poem hurt
Like a kind of sore tooth?-
Come on, be brave, you other guys,
Share examples of your own sad tries.
Some days, I got nuttin', honey.
ReplyDeleteSome days, I got sumptin' but it's rarely money.
I wish I could come up with sumptin' good on Fridays.
I'll have to plan ahead.
I'll have sumptin' better next week,
Unless, of course, I'm dead.
Cheers!
See you next Friday!
I'd like to write a Friday poem
ReplyDeleteEach Friday, but my mind does roam
To places where poems are not
To laundry, coffee, soup and pot
It languors there in summer heat
And moulders far from rhymés neat.
Relying only on my mind
My muses surely are unkind.