Today's poems [8.6.18]
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There once was a poet named Dan,
Who's poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He said, "Yes, I know"
"It's because I try to put every possible syllable into the very last
line that I can" !!
Advice in Abundance
Unsolicited advice free and abundant:
So much of it there its often redundant.
When I was a lad and easily impressed:
I listened and nodded at the experts' behest.
Opinions they flaunted on a scale universal:
Expounding at length without forethought or rehearsal.
With style and emotion, each made a case:
Of factual content there was rarely a trace.
Middle age found me as the consummate cynic:
Quick to retort and given to mimic.
With the passage of time I relaxed my position:
Improvised wisdom doesn't require a logician.
In the twilight of life there is time for a chat:
I now render advice at the drop of a hat.
Mirror, mirror on the bathroom wall,
My image therein is much too small.
Once I was handsome with wavy curls,
I was even the envy of some of the girls.
Now it seems a midget has taken my place,
You have given me a different ugly face.
Not much left of my curly head of hair,
I am sure that you decidedly do not care.
You know it is not fair at all,
That makes a man like me look fat and small.
I think that I shall sell the mirror on the wall,
The face therein is not like me at all.
Copyright; Bernard Shaw
A Fishy 'Tail' of Woe
I've been hooked
I've been iced
I've been scaled
and then sliced
I've been stacked
I've been looked at
dipped in batter
and cooked in fat
I've been sold
I've been bought
then been wrapped
next to a chook
I've been driven
I've been opened
served with chips
who have not spoken
I've been picked at
I've been deboned
drenched in lemon juice
I feel so alone
I've been forked
I've been cut
I think I'm running
out of luck
Now he bites me
And despite me
I'm done...like a dinner!
Copyright; Arcadia Flynn
I'd cross the hottest desert,
I'd swim the deepest sea,
I'd climb the highest mountain,
But I can't come over tonight because it's raining.
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