Poem 17 – 16:00 16-05-2017
Hopefully, you are still with me
Winding your way through this poetry day
Or you may have fallen by the wayside
Taken the decision to decide
‘Not’ to take any notice
Of my indeterminable waffle
Or are there too few choice rhymes to be found around?
And maybe you might like a simile or two, too.
Or an incomparable metaphor
That is a golden eagle
Flying high in a Bohemian sky…
Anyway, if you ‘are’ still here
And have overcome the fear
Of the possibility of semaphore poetry
(Which is liable to appear)
Turning up here
Have ‘no’ fear
I use only the choicest rhymes,
Fresh words from Asian Climbs
And proper poetic punctuation.
All that being said
Is there ‘any’ sense in the words you have just read?
“Onwards, onwards on words!” I cry
(Though I am sad, yet still I cry)
Why is that?