Poetry Blogs (clowns)
If I meet a stranger in the way and he asked me for my name,
Should I tell him with a sad sad smile that we are all the same?
When a ravenous roaring lion comes hurtling down the street,
Should I stand my ground a trembling and sweep him off his furry feet?
If our pearls of wisdom scatter, strewn askew on stony ground,
Should we weep and wail, O woe is me!, or act like are fool...
Monday 23rd September 2019 8:26 pm
Coco the clown went sailing one day
to a holiday destination far far away
Suddenly, the sky went dark and the wind did blow
and the waves beneath his boat did grow and grow
He lost his oars as the winds blew and blew
so he paddled his way with his size 50 shoe.
Through a telescope he saw an island far away in the distance
and he made it to shore with his skill and persistence
Friday 14th June 2019 8:01 am
I met a woman at the Blue Nile.
Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...
Monday 23rd July 2012 7:58 am