.
Well, here I go again,
it’s time to put this pen to work
*“Hey, can’t you see I’m sleeping?
He is always such a ****
I wonder what they’d like to read,
I usually write of love
*“Ain’t that the truth, it seems to be
all he is thinking of”*
Perhaps a poem wrapped around
a perfect morning view
*“It wouldn’t be the first one
I have seen come out of you”*
Or how her beauty touches me
and takes my breath away
*“Please not again, the same old line,
find something new to say”*
I know, I’ll write of autumn,
its arrival coming soon
*“Oh geez, you wrote one yesterday,
at least it’s not the moon”*
That's it, I'll write about the moon,
it just popped in my head
*“Of course, he never gives me credit
for anything I've said”*
A poem about flowers
in the garden would be good
*“Oh great, some singing marigolds
neath an arbor where she stood”*
How about an ocean,
as the waves crash on the shore
*“You’ve written that a hundred times,
they really don’t need more?”*
A sunset found at twilight
shining brightly tangerine
*“You’re gonna bore them half to death,
if you know what I mean”*
I want to say I love her so,
in hopes that she will sigh
**** you say that one more time,
and I’m saying goodbye”*
Well, maybe I’ll just wait
and write a poem later on
*“I’m good with that, but promise me,
no dew drops on the lawn”*
Here you go, back in the drawer,
until I write again
*“Finally, I’ll get some sleep,
I hate being his pen”*
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
.
Well, here I go again,
it’s time to put this pen to work
*“Hey, can’t you see I’m sleeping?
He is always such a ****
I wonder what they’d like to read,
I usually write of love
*“Ain’t that the truth, it seems to be
all he is thinking of”*
Perhaps a poem wrapped around
a perfect morning view
*“It wouldn’t be the first one
I have seen come out of you”*
Or how her beauty touches me
and takes my breath away
*“Please not again, the same old line,
find something new to say”*
I know, I’ll write of autumn,
its arrival coming soon
*“Oh geez, you wrote one yesterday,
at least it’s not the moon”*
That's it, I'll write about the moon,
it just popped in my head
*“Of course, he never gives me credit
for anything I've said”*
A poem about flowers
in the garden would be good
*“Oh great, some singing marigolds
neath an arbor where she stood”*
How about an ocean,
as the waves crash on the shore
*“You’ve written that a hundred times,
they really don’t need more?”*
A sunset found at twilight
shining brightly tangerine
*“You’re gonna bore them half to death,
if you know what I mean”*
I want to say I love her so,
in hopes that she will sigh
**** you say that one more time,
and I’m saying goodbye”*
Well, maybe I’ll just wait
and write a poem later on
*“I’m good with that, but promise me,
no dew drops on the lawn”*
Here you go, back in the drawer,
until I write again
*“Finally, I’ll get some sleep,
I hate being his pen”*
A collaboration with my whining, sarcastic pen. : )
