HANG OUT
She loves me, she loves me not, so I must be barking
up the wrong tree. Where did I go wrong, I wrestle
with love, I whistle into the wind? I hang out in the
poetry garden, alone with my thoughts once again.
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An American Sandwich, it's time for you to take a bite...
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Hot spice with no rice
noughty as a round number
thick as cucumber
AS COOL AS A SUMMERS DAY
thick as cucumber
naughty as a wrong number
hot spice is so nice
Cool (as a cucumber) poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lluvia!
ReplyDeleteLiked both of these. I've been experimenting with these forms today. Not sure whether it works though.
ReplyDeleteThat poetry garden offers love and peace, does it not?
ReplyDeleteCool as cucumber...
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this was nice one, i liked those little changes between the simliar lines.
ReplyDeleteThis is nice:
ReplyDelete'I hang out in the poetry garden, alone with my thoughts once again.'
Even though the narrator would rather be with a special someone.
And I like this one, too:
'noughty as a round number
naughty as a wrong number'
Hi Tony, I liked you club sandwich!
ReplyDeleteHi Gautami, thank god for the poetry garden.
Thanks Utopianfragments, glad you spotted them.
Thanks Julia, I think the narrator has been unlucky in love before.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the round vs wrong number.
I love the idea of a poetry garden!
ReplyDeletecool, cool
ReplyDeleteHi Linda, It's wonderful in the poetry garden, I like the wild flowers best, especially the ones that everybody else thinks are just weeds.
ReplyDeleteHi Jeeves, you're cool too!
ReplyDeletei love ur Sandwiches !! and this time u added cucumbers too ;)
ReplyDeleteHi Pretty You!! Don't you just love cucumber? Oscar Wilde wrote about cucumber sandwiches 120 years ago!
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