It is finally bad poetry day! The only day of the year that I can write bad poetry and not feel guilty by it all! So....here goes......hold on folks!
I feel like writing poetry.
The words I do not knowetry
I think they should be flowery
because that gives them...powery
And of course the phrases should rhyme
and they should do it all the time
but that is hard to accomplish
and I wonder if for lunch we'll have codfish
Because it is a day for really bad poems
I think this one will have no end...
for only a talent scout could unearth
the beginning of the end of this poem's dearth.
Alas, my time runs short.....
so I'll end this poem with the word......umm...the word
what's the word I'm looking for here? oh yeah!............
Why is it we make days to remember lost socks and frivolous things such as that....when we find it hard to remember those who have gone before us? Just a random question I started to ponder as I prepared for today's activities at work.
Ohh my sock!
My poor, lost sock.
Did you wander far from home?
Oh my sock!
My dear, lost sock.
Are you scared, and all alone?
My precious, lost sock..
My foot is getting cold.