The Interrupt
Programmed to fail but the rogue programme sails on
into decimal places where few people have gone.
Is it that time already?, said Teddy,
who was going to a picnic with Yogi.
The answer on the street,
it's time for us to meet
But it's Thursday, exclaimed Friday
who was sat under a palm tree.
I woke in Tewkesbury and
who knows where that is.
it's okay
I'm rearranging the signals
trying for better reception
and not going mental
as some would suggest.
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.
