Poem 22 – 21:00 16-05-2017
There is a catch.
There is ‘always’ a catch.
And the catch is…?
Twenty-Two.
Two little ducks
One for sorrow
One for joy
One is a girl
One is a boy
But, are we talking magpies here?
“What?” I hear you say
“Talking magpies! Is your mind running away
With you at the helm
The ship will run aground
Did you ever lose those lost marbles
That you dropped on the ground
When you were younger
Than you are today?
Who’s to say
You were made that way?”
I looked around…
Again.
There was no one there
To speak but a word
To utter these lies
(Well maybe one third)
And silence returned
When I asked ‘Who is there?’
There was nobody watching,
No one to care
No one to lend a hand
Or even to stare;
Just me and my writing,
And that’s how it was
When I deliberated
Over twenty-two
And my mind it went wandering
It does that, because
It’s not tethered down
And slips off to town
When it should be kept
Tuned to the task ahead
And my literary volume
Output turnéd down.
Oh, I’ve waffled on again;
And let loose the thoughts
Within my brain…
For which I hereby apologise.
And declare that 66% of the above, at least,
Is truth…
Or lies.
another beaut ❤
What is a beaut? Is it a French boat? G:)
short for beauty 🙂 I think a boat is bateau or something of the sort.
Lol G:) I knew that. Just responding to the ‘prat’ query. G:)
being a prat eh? I see how you are. How’s your weather there? 95 degrees here today, would give my eye teeth for a bit of a cool breeze but nope 🙂
Very wet! And wetter still. Still, this is Spring; it only gets really wet when Summer arrives! G:)