P.O.P.

Pissed off Poetry

I hit a tree in '83,
on my way to work.
It never had a chance,
I broke the lower branch.

The lady ahead
Spun out on the ice.
I danced around her,
But trounced the tree instead.

The cop said,
"Why aren't you dead?"
Then I said,
"Did I ruin your day?"

"I'll send you a photo
Of my recent halo.
Then you can celebrate
My recent demise."

"You go pound sand,
I'll give you a hand.
Don't rain on my parade,
Today, I make lemonade."

Not a Poet

Not a Poet

I'm not a poet;
Don't I know it!
Need a little rhyme?
I don't have time.

Clever thoughts elude me;
Shakespeare, safe is he.
Never had a verse,
That could look worse.

Mine never seem to rhyme;
Mine don't stand the test of time.
Discard those lines,
Edgar Allen Poe whines.

Not a Poet - A Poem c. by R.J.