Knitting is an activity
I like to binge on and explore
Tempted by the colours
At the local spotlight store
All manner of gorgeous hues
In all different kinds of ply
Glow brightly from the shelves
Priced ludicrously high
I started off naively thinking
I'd make something fab to wear
Massively overestimating
My skills and time to spare
It's taken me absolutely ages
And honestly, it looks a bloody sight
One sleeve is longer than the other
And the neckband far too tight
Never mind! I soldier on
It will look better when it's done
But now I see I've dropped a stitch
And a holes begun to run
At last I'm on the homeward straight
Casting off the final row
But as nearly always happens.....
I'm out of yarn. The final blow.
Categories:
overestimating, humor,
Form: Rhyme
How far have I really gotten?
Am I overestimating the distance of my journey?
I’d like to think not
I hope I get to where I want to be,
Where I need to be
Categories:
overestimating, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Winter walks away
through spring mud
and melting snow,
face weighted in frown,
Napoleon fists unclenched
in humiliating retreat,
his Grande Armee of cold,
ice and wind
dying on their feet
utterly depleted
never to fully recover
in truth,
Winter was once
Emperor,
outflanking Autumn,
outsmarting snowplows,
outraging motorists,
and quite possibly
overestimating himself
Categories:
overestimating, winter,
Form: Free verse
Them Crazy Circles
What's it mean, do you suppose,
When aliens start writing grafitti
All over your planet?
Quite suddenly,
In Merrie Olde England, Australia,
The U.S. of A.:
Signs have been appearing,
Massive symbols for Something
- God only knows what -
Pressed into the crop fields,
Like seals driven into wax.
Numbering in the hundreds now,
New ones appear each day.
No one's ever been caught creating one,
No one's ever seen one form.
They simply arrive in the night,
Confounding comprehension in the morn.
So what's goin' on here, I wonder;
Is some Intelligence trying to reach us,
Sadly overestimating our skill
With such puzzles;
Or is some one of God's elder children
Going through some adolescent thing,
Scrawling weird stuff on the backwards planets
For the sheer Hell of watching the natives gape?
Categories:
overestimating, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Ride’m Horse Boy
By
Tom Wright
Friend Roy tried his hand with bucking horses.
Overestimating the power of gravity’s forces,
The first spin was rough,
Landing Roy on his duff,
Now he seeks wages from alternate sources.
Roy,
I call’em like I see’m,
And I see Cowboys riding cows,
And Horse boys riding horses.
Tom
Categories:
overestimating,
Form: Limerick