Open Poetry #30 |
My Poem... |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
It seems my poem’s left again, He was right here, in this here pen, And now he’s gone, I know not where, And so I sit, my notebook bare. Perhaps you’ve seen my little poem, If you have, please send him hoem, (I talk funny when in verse it is my tragic, he’s a fool curse, or says my wife, my darling rose, but I digress, my rant I close) Now I am back, but not my ode, I searched the whole of my abode, He’s seems to do this all the time, Especially when I force his rhyme, And then he hates my sick clichés, I use so oft, in love bouquets, So he takes off, goes on the lam, To write alone, to seek enjamb, O’ poem mine, please hear my plea, I need you back, don’t banish me To odist’s hell, to write in prose, Of syntactic lingo, I do not knows. Oh there you are, all fine and fit, Let's get to work, there's an ode to writ. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Tim, LOL Enjoyed the clichés. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Well I think yours is off somewhere having fun with mine, for the same reasons LOL. Really enjoyed this one Tim. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very clever...liked this one a lot |
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