The Pome
THE POME
I wanted to be famous,
So I thought I`d write a pome,
Somethin`reely spiritchul,
With touching undertones.
Somethin`folks would reed about,
When I`m dead and gone,
And call me poet, artist, bard,
And put it in a tome.
Them great big heavy books folks buy,
And never reely reed;
But if yer in one of them books,
Then folks are all agreed,
That yer the best that ever was,
A reglar Willem Shakespear,
So I set down to write it,
And found that it has took near,
All my time and energy,
To come up with a title,
Let alone the pome itself,
For me this writing`s futile.
Judy Ball
Fergive me Yàll.
I got writer`s block.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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