I have many great commenters. One is "Mimi". Today she posted a poem she wrote in 1969 and I liked it. I've been wondering what to post recently because, well, I guess I just have to shrug and say that not all days can be Good Days.
So how about I post a poem I wrote in my much younger days? I think it was written in late highschool or university, so I am guess it must have been the early 1990s. The inspiration, as always, was taken from real life. Creative pauses are required for correct meter.
"I Think"
I think
I stink
Because my deodorant
Is on the blink.
I never chose
For the deodorant to dispose
For I wish to save
Everyone's nose.
No matter a lot
If it's my choice or not,
But the arms of my shirt
Are beginning to rot.
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A little bit of culture for your weekend.
Inspiring. I could almost smell you. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI felt that way just last week.
ReplyDeleteGOTTA LUV IT!!! ♥♥♥♥
ReplyDeleteWarning! Do not sniff armpits while carrying a thingamababy.
ReplyDeleteMay result in nausea
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Joy
Gotta be a di*stink*t connection between this post and the last.
ReplyDeleteHaha - I read this about ten minutes after thinking, "Hmmm... I think I need to switch back to my former brand of deodorant."
ReplyDelete*scurries off to check whether arms of shirt have rotted*
Classaaaaaaaay! I think the "arms beginning to rot" part was a nice touch. I like your kind of "culture." :)
ReplyDeleteWow...I just can't believe we missed that modern classic in my Uni. AusLit. class. The imagery alone will remain with me for decades to come.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely perfect for the weather yesterday! Or not.
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