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Uncle Mike was heading south To Jamaica he would head With the amount of hair that poor Mike had He could only have one dread A conference for his workplace A nice resort and lots of sun Mike was set to go an party He would work and have some fun But if you've read my other poems Mike is not ...well, tuned in You see his trip was almost over Before it even did begin The day that he was leaving Mike was notified by mail He needed a new photograph For his ID card....no fail!!!! He was already at his hotel When the notice came to say You must send us a photo Or you can't come here to play He bought himself a camera A poloraid and then He tried to take a picture in his room A true multitasker among men He put the camera on the hutch Bent a hanger down to length And then he tried to push the button but, the hanger didn't have the strength He knocked the camera all about Taking pictures of the walls, One picture of the tv set And four photos of his ***** This would be a no go He had to ask someone instead How do you ask a stranger Take my photo on my bed? He made the plane to Kingston Found the hotel, settled in Now, Mike was in Jamaica And the real fun would begin
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
Uncle Mike in Jamaica - part 1
Uncle Mike was heading south To Jamaica he would head With the amount of hair that poor Mike had He could only have one dread A conference for his workplace A nice resort and lots of sun Mike was set to go an party He would work and have some fun But if you've read my other poems Mike is not ...well, tuned in You see his trip was almost over Before it even did begin The day that he was leaving Mike was notified by mail He needed a new photograph For his ID card....no fail!!!! He was already at his hotel When the notice came to say You must send us a photo Or you can't come here to play He bought himself a camera A poloraid and then He tried to take a picture in his room A true multitasker among men He put the camera on the hutch Bent a hanger down to length And then he tried to push the button but, the hanger didn't have the strength He knocked the camera all about Taking pictures of the walls, One picture of the tv set And four photos of his ***** This would be a no go He had to ask someone instead How do you ask a stranger Take my photo on my bed? He made the plane to Kingston Found the hotel, settled in Now, Mike was in Jamaica And the real fun would begin
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
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