I am a closet poet. So I suppose you can consider this a coming out party. . .
Darn It
I really hate it when you're wet,
thin, and stretched, and unable
to stand,
but falling 'round my ankle.
Holy?
No, I wish you weren't
But fat. And Taut
And full of clout
I'll put my foot into your mouth.
I have three other poems posted on www.poetry.com, (Superfluous, untitled, To One Apart)
This is one of my favorites, though.
See, I can contribute to something, even if it is my own [wife's] blog.
the end.
4 comments:
Ummmm...artsy.
I can't wait to take your pansy self on teh basketball court.
Scott's new nickname "Air-Poet"
Actually...whispers...I kinda liked it
Ok - me and sarah had to ask scott what that poem was about! (socks) lol! I get it now....brett
That is so cool! I admit I needed Brett and Sarah's post to get it, but what a great poem. (It's been a LONG time since I've had a literature class...I guess bookclub doesn't count as preparation to understand your poetry.) I love it! Don't let James bully you...that is one COOL poem. I'll have to go check out your other ones.
Thanks, Val, but you probably shouldn't encourage so much . . . I already have an over-inflated ego, and I might just end up posting more pansy poetry. . .
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