Not Enough Time
I have a very busy life, there's never any time
to sit and think about, some verse I'm working on
Sitting on the tram as I wend my way,
I have a pencil in my hand, and notebook on my knee
I get some funny looks as I scribble on my pad
One day I swear I'll stand up, and serenade the crowd
In my head I'm all alone, their noise is blocked from me
by silly rhymes and clever times of almost poetry
Thirty five minutes, that's all I get
That's why my poems are short.
For the "How do you do it" competion
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2010
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