As it passed over the creek I saw a family of ducks swim under the bridge and this came into my head.
Fucking poet laureate me !
Right now I wish I was a duck
Just paddling along
Not giving a fuck
About rent and bills
Yeah that's a winner
But knowing my luck
I'd be someones dinner
Should I start one of them poetry blogs ?
Yes! Finally, I will feel so clever and artistic reading poetry I get;)
ReplyDeleteHee hee, we've both our poetry know-how, we could team up and rule the whole of the blogging world! Muwhahaha!
ReplyDeleteNo! I love your sarcastic nature - though I like the poem... but you have a fantastic blog loaded with some of the best posts.
ReplyDelete@jamiesmiles - you are clever and artistic as a self expressionist. I happen to enjoy your blog quite a bit!
your sarcasm and humor keep make me smile regularly.
ReplyDeletethank you.
Why TY Tracey:) You made my day!
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteyou're a lovely poet lol!!!
ReplyDeletemy kinda poetry :)
i loves ya oodles dirty girl xo
Didn't J.K. Rowing start off scribbling thoughts on a train? I smell the next Harry Potter brewing... just remember us little people when you make all those billions!! :)
ReplyDeleteYW Jamie! Anytime!!
ReplyDeleteVery original, I like it! :)
ReplyDeleteSeriously?
ReplyDeleteI would rather see you write along the lines of the "Philosophies of One Dirty Cow Girl (Shut The Fuck Up and Read)"
And an entire Chapter devoted to Cowgirl-isms.
And I think it's gonna rock!
quack quack
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