I haven't been feeling too well lately. My nose is stuffed and my head weighs a thousand pounds. But I will not give up on writing as much as I can each week. So, today, upon reading Spike Milligan poems, I decided to write some short poems myself using rhyme schemes similar to his. And, although I feel disgusting here they are:
Diggy
I have a little Pit Bull, who is a dirty gray,
And when he should be sleeping, he’s ready to play.
He runs around and destroys the place,
Then charges right for my face.
But no matter how bad he is, in my heart he’ll stay.
Lazy
There’s nothing like a lazy afternoon,
There will never be a moment more opportune,
To do nothing with your life,
To hideaway from strife,
And sit in the tub until your skin starts to prune.
The sun
The heat on my skin feels divine,
The uneven color it will refine,
From pale to golden,
From outside to within,
Bringing fourth such a subtle shine.
Early autumn
In the early autumn leaves are still green,
Flowers are still colorful, pretty, and serene.
We will use daisy bouquets,
For today, our special day,
When my king finally receives his queen.
Empty office
Everyone is out today, there’s just me,
Sitting at the computer, typing absentmindedly.
Whenever I come in for a full day,
Everyone else goes out to play.
Leaving me in full control until I plead insanity.
I need more sleep
At night I toss and turn without warrant,
And pray for sleep to come in a violent torrent.
But he never does, an aloof lover,
With mystical secrets I cannot discover.
Why, O, why does he find me so abhorrent?
*I hope they weren't as bad as I feel!*
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