I haven’t been inspired by any of the poetry sites for weeks. I blame me, not them; though I am working on a poem caused by Big Tent. It won’t be displayed here because it’s about South Africa, but you can always pop over to my other blog to read it.
We Write Poems has gone all romantic for Valentine’s Day. Yes, I know that’s so last Monday, but Post Your Poems Day is Wednesday, so what’s a site to do?
I haven’t written anything new, of course (were you not paying attention?); but I have some old ones that my new readers won’t have seen:
21st Century Marriage
Two minds with but one
single thought: can I have a
fling and not get caught?
Another 21st Century Marriage
Anniversary
Four: such a bore. One more chore
and I’m out the door.
The Housewife’s Aphrodisiac
You want me trembling
with desire for you? Offer
to wash the dishes.
Valentine’s Day for the Unhappily Married
Cupid fired the arrow,
But it’s us who got life.
Unaccustomed As I Am
I don’t write love poems
but if I did
I’d say you were
the remote to my telly
the fart to my smelly
the shake to my belly
the mud to my welly
the peanut butter to my jelly
the catessen to my deli
the phant to my ele
the circus to my Nellie
the copter to my heli
the é to my mele
the Brazil to my Pelé
I don’t write love poems
but if I did
I’d raid a dictionary for you
include you in my felony
and hope that no-one thesaurus
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)