Get Your Premium Membership

Enrich

As I dig in this ditch, The ground spiders make me itch. 'I'm not a ghoul', that is my pitch, As I long to be a witch. This graveyard labor makes me twitch, As the more holes I dig, I will soon be rich. And as for the universe, I found the stich; Digging holes is my niche! Saturday, October 16, 2021

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 10/16/2021 7:47:00 PM
Robert, you are quite humorous...I am enjoying your 'fun' poems. Take Care, Paulette
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs