More short silly poems
UPSIDE DOWN
Maybe shadows are actually real,
And the rain's falling UP, not down,
And the sun only shines on BAD days
And a smile is in fact a frown.
Maybe the weather's WORSE in Haiwaii,
Maybe drink makes me BETTER for wear -
Perhaps when I laugh I'm weeping,
And when I'm polite I SWEAR.
Maybe it's all an ILLUSION,
Perhaps it's just me that feels MAD:
Maybe the only solution
Is to be always UNHAPPYGLAD.
ART
Here: this is a poem.
I made it from fifteen words
Arranged in a square.
The meaning is the context.
You can call it two sentences ;
I call it Art.
Sold
For 1 million.
A piss-take on all 'concept' art - bricks arranged in a square, that sort of thing. Give me geniuses who are going to last through the centuries rather than flash-in-the pan nonentity concept artists.
CROOK
'You're just the local handyman,'
The local crook told me:
But my sort of handy's useful
And people like it when I'M free.
The local crook looked down his nose at me.
BEE
Now someone please explain
This mystery to me :
The life and loves, the habits,
The miracle of the Bee.
It doesn't flip down sideways,
It doesn't crash and groan -
It cheats the laws of physics
As it Bumbles its way home.
Silly little poem about those crazy bees.
GIFT
Wendy, my dear,
You gave me a book
(Which after all is just a thought),
And there wasn't any thought :
And that speaks volumes
More than volumes.
Someone I knew gave me a book that I admired, without a moment's hesitation
STRANGE
At work we went from strength to strength,
Seemed we were on the same wavelength -
I left, we crossed paths now and then,
The wavelengths changed, and never again.
One of those esoteric laws, where you work with someone, get to know them, like them, and you seem to be on the same wavelength. Once you leave work you bump into them once or twice and then that's it - you never see them again.
DOGGY
For every dog upon the road,
Doggy leaves a little load:
Yet every manic doggy owner
Claims a perfect little Rover.
So give us DNA testing,
Microchip the dog's intestine,
Educate the doggy owners,
Or better still shoot all England's Rovers.
But we know it won't be done
Since no government wants the fun
Of being voted out of office
For sake of Rover's uncorked orifice.
I'm not a fan of dogs. From what I can see an awful lot of sad people own them - desperate for unconditional, undemanding love or (with Rottweilers etc.) desperate to boost an interior inadequacy.
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