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Post office poetry inbox dues
Sifting through the poetry inbox
Less like a home-owner with letters
And more like the post office,
Nothing grabs me really
I don't jump up and shout at this one
Or fall leglessly in love with this one
No kindred spirit here
Or kindling for poetry fiery fury
Just logs and trees
Paper poems of please
So I write this
Maybe annoy a few people
Provoke thought in others
Ignored by most probably.
Naff attempt at Heslop-like poetry.
Seeing as I'm in my pajamas
And said my spiel
I should sleep.
-Perchance to sleep
Aye, there's the rub
For I shall sleep
But no gilded winged Muse
Awaits in my dreams.
Less like a home-owner with letters
And more like the post office,
Nothing grabs me really
I don't jump up and shout at this one
Or fall leglessly in love with this one
No kindred spirit here
Or kindling for poetry fiery fury
Just logs and trees
Paper poems of please
So I write this
Maybe annoy a few people
Provoke thought in others
Ignored by most probably.
Naff attempt at Heslop-like poetry.
Seeing as I'm in my pajamas
And said my spiel
I should sleep.
-Perchance to sleep
Aye, there's the rub
For I shall sleep
But no gilded winged Muse
Awaits in my dreams.
Published 3rd Jul 2011
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3rd Jul 2011 11:43am
3rd Jul 2011 7:35pm
Sweet words? I thought this was a rather bored, mocking, unkind piece, rather than a bouquet of beautiful blooming budding words.
3rd Jul 2011 12:43pm
other than the typo (firey...should be fiery)
I found this piece also worth commenting on.
Cheers
I found this piece also worth commenting on.
Cheers
3rd Jul 2011 7:35pm
I do hate making spelling mistakes and letting them live, thanks for pointing it out.
