No words of wisdom can I speak,
For words are of small use.
When one is tied and gagged you see,
By dear Sweet Mother Goose.
Her gentle rhymes, fun to recite
Her eyes intoxicating.
Her voice it was as smooth as silk
A question was sedating.
"Picnic?" She asked, with just one wink
A responce I fumbled for,
I quickly nodded yes and then
We headed out the door.
We walked by where Old Humpty sat
His shell a wasted plight
Then past the 3 bears lil House
Heard Goldie said “Just right!”
Then on a path into the woods
Where Big Bad drooled and waited
To pounce on me and rob me blind
The two were criminally mated.
The bait I took, cause she was hot
I thought I might get a kiss .
Then Mother G tied me to a tree
My hopes were all a-miss.
The moral here, dear boys and girls
Don't fall for “lunch in the woods”
Cause that fairy tail is just bad news
And a Mother will get your goods.
About Ray
- Ray
- North East Ohio, United States
- Good or bad, I encourage everyone to post comments (constructive critics prefered) about what ever you may read below. I'm no great writer, but I have fun with it. Hope you enjoy. Editors NOTE: For the record...I have included some poems that I wrote while being in sad/dark places. Writting down those feelinigs and thoughts would help get perspective on being sad. So I included them just to say, if you have ever felt this way, you are not alone. Write your own feelings down. Read over them and maybe share them with someone you love/who loves you. Don't let it bottle up.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
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