Drivel
You can read this if you want to,
it's entirely up to you.
It's really just a waste of your time.
There's gotta be something you'd rather do!
The things I'm gonna mention
ain't worth the time of day.
But that ain't gonna stop me,
so I'll get underway.
Ageing has its problems,
which is really nothin' new.
As you get older three things happen,
first you lose your memory and - I forget the other two!
My girlfriend made me chicken.
Her chicken made me cough!
I told her, next time, she makes it,
she should take the feathers off!
Another thing don't make no sense,
consequently, I'd like to know.
Why do we call Rush Hour, "Rush Hour",
when the traffic goes so slow?
There's three sure ways to do a job.
You must be clever, I'll admit!
You hire someone; you do it yourself;
or you forbid your kids to do it!
I'm just biding my time with this Drivel.
Sorry I bored you my friend.
Fortunately I ran out of stupid stuff.
That's it - It's over - the end!
Disregard All of the Above!
(Any resemblance to me and a
real poet, depends on what
you're drinking!)
Copyright © Ralph Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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