HIDES---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd


I am committed to

saving my hide

my hide is precious

and I will do everything I can

to protect it

it's called self-preservation

it's called right to life

it's now called the Golden Years

but the golden years are more

like a mossy gray and

as I age

my hide wrinkles and sags

loses its hair

nevertheless my hide is unique

and fits me to a T

if they come after me

I will hide my hide

then agin,

my mother would Tan my hide

if she saw this

a lousy poem

about hides



-O.L. Buzzerd

(we caint hide our past, but we can re-word it.)



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Stephen Gospage

Fri 2nd Apr 2021 18:26

There used to be a TV programme called Hi de Hi, and it's a lot better than that.


Fri 2nd Apr 2021 12:22

This is so God-awful
it should be banned from this site.
Let's see what happens
I could be Cancelled
or have my poetic license revoked!

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