Another poem, by yours truly. I certainly hope you like it.
I'm writing my poem in ink
by Gabriel Jarboe
I'm writing my poem in ink
It's much harder than you might think
There aare words out of place
And I cannot erase
So I'm hoping my poem won't stink.
I'm writing my poem in int
My brain is beginning to shrink
For a poet can't count
The ungodly amount
of words with the ending of "-ink".
I'm writing my poem in ink
And my hopes are beginning to sink
I've begun to go deft
And there's quite a bit left.
My poetic hose has a kink
I'm writing my poem in ink
It's driving me over the brink.
It's not long enough
So I'll write random stuff
To fill up the spaces and chinks.
I'm writing my poem in ink
Tinkerbell's nickname is "Tink"
Queen Antionette's dead
'Cause they chopped off her head
And I'm certain flamingos are pink
I'm writing my poem in ink
I hope you don't say I'm a fink
I gave my best try
I talked myself dry
Pleas excuse me, but I need a drink.
You may notice there are some errors in the poem, but, as it says, I couldn't edit it because I was writing it in ink. sweatdrop
 Lokapala · Mon Aug 07, 2006 @ 01:38pm · 3 Comments |
