In a Nutshell
A mess inside out
From head to toe
Her boat, afloat
But refuses to go
A dime piece if she tries
But prep, a bore
Hops in the car
Her purse by the door
Cruising the highway
Radio blaring
Singing ungracefully
People staring
Can't paint a picture
Or tie a decent bow
But something about literature
Gives her a glow
She will write about the moon
And it's many craters
From midnight till noon
A word generator
Painting pictures with words
Building bridges with thought
Most remain unheard
For listeners, she's sought
It doesn't pay the mortgage
Or dress the table
But it gives her an edge
And she is mentally able
God gave her this passion
There must be reason
So she'll use her ration
And wait for her season
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
