Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
I hung up my hangups on a coat rack.

It fell over,

squashed this, my earthly cat.
Phase the first

Will you direct me to Flannigan's ball?  
Flannigan's ball?  I cannot, what's that?
Wait now, or is it Lannigan's ball.
I know where that is, wait till I tell you.

Phase the second

Did you find it alright?
I did yeah.
And was it any good?
No, it was *****.
There is a tide,
And it is out.
There was a woman,
she is not in this poem.
But occupies this line and another,
nonetheless.
Be not overly dependant on government subsidies.
Next page