The Pome
I wanted to be famous,
So I thought I'd write a pome.
Somethin' reely spiritchul,
With touching undertones.
Somethin' folks would reed about,
When I'm dead and gone,
And call me poet, artist, bard,
And put it in a tome.
Them great, big heavy books folks buy,
And never reely reed;
But if yer in one of them books,
Then folks are all agreed,
That yer the best that ever was.
A reglar Willem Shakespear;
So I set down to write it,
And found that it has took near,
All my time and energy,
To come up with a title,
Let alone the pome itself,
For me this writing's futile.
(Fergive me Y'all, I got writer's block)
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016
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