Think Again

Think Again

I think of stuff all day
I think of stuff all night
Sometimes I think stupid
Sometimes I think bright
But I never think it wrong
Cos I am always right
At least that’s what the missus says
If we have a fight

I get ideas that turn out good
And some that turn out bad
Once I wrote a poem
That made me seem quite mad
I get all sorts of ideas
When it’s time for bed
No light bulb popped up ever
I think we’ve been misled

There’s never been a ‘Ping!’
As an idea hit my brain
No eyeball exclamation mark...
That would be insane
And if I ever find a cure
For a life that’s getting bleaker
I’ll take you on a bet...
I’ll never shout ‘EUREKA!’

But as a prosperous poet (yeah right)
Thoughts are my bread and butter
My notions come from angels hearts
And some from in the gutter
Sometimes when I cannot sleep
The thinking must be stopped
I lay awake to find a way
But the penny’s never dropped

Ideas float into my brain
But then sink like a brick
For each of Shakespeare’s sonnets
I write a limerick
One man designed a paper clip
And one an atom bomb
I guess we’ll never know
Where our deepest thoughts come from
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Hoffman Avatar
May 26, 2021 at 9:57 AM
Witty and amusing! Makes sense too!
Flood Avatar
May 26, 2021 at 11:38 AM
Thanks Franci. If I remember correctly, I had been fending off Mr Block when I wrote this. Glad you enjoyed. Terry
Somerville Avatar
January 20, 2019 at 8:44 AM
Oh how we all go through this Terry, when you want to think you can't and when you don't you can't stop. I like this a lot.
Flood Avatar
January 21, 2019 at 1:49 PM
Been there, done that. Thanks Tracy.
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