Roses are red
Violets are blue,
i don't like poems,
And i thought you knew.
if ever you feel constipated,
just read a poem,
anyone will do,
and just sit on the toilet,
that some call the loo.
You don't have to do anything,
just sit there and wait,
when you've read the poem,
Your teeth you will grate.
The last bead of sweat
you wipe from your brow,
You suffer in silence,
But It won't be long now,
the tv cameras capture it all,
there's many a handshake,
down in the hall,
The night constipation came to call.
It's stupid I know.
ReplyDeleteMany people say that they don't like poems. I have been writing and reading them for the past 56 years. Poetry is part of me.
ReplyDeleteOk I didn't mean to make fun of them.
DeleteI might write a poem about you! Now what rhymes with Terry? Mary Berry, Mersey Ferry, lady's cherry, getting merry... SALT might appear in the poem as a rampaging monster. And what rhymes with Hinckley? Pinkly, wrinkly, crinkly... Mind you it doesn't have to rhyme.
DeleteSALT 😡🤔🙀
DeleteHahaha! I like it! It's whimsical and yet relevant!
ReplyDeleteI still don't like poetry.
DeleteOh the irony of writing a poem about not liking poetry.
ReplyDeleteSome of it I love. Some I loathe. And some goes over my head.
When you've had a stroke you see things differently. Hallucinations happen a lot and you don't know what's real and what isn't.
DeleteHAHAHA! You are being silly :) I like it 👍
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DeleteHee hee! I must admit I didn't know what to expect, because you may have mentioned once or twice or a dozen times already that you DON'T LIKE POETRY! But you did all right for someone so opposed :)
ReplyDeleteKnowing that you don't like poetry, I appreciate you reading mine, but please don't feel you need to :)
I always read your blog.
DeleteHey Treey,
ReplyDeleteI just want to know, is this poem autobiographical?
What makes you think that?
Deletei thought maybe SALT didnt let you eat enough fibre :)
DeleteTalking about SALT makes me cringe. Just thinking about them does that.
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