Friday, May 29, 2009

A poem.

I have trouble with poetry. I just don't get a lot of it. Often, when I read a poem, it just sounds all wrong to me. I still read poetry once in a while though cos sometimes I find something I like, like this...

just about anything

i
used to
approach women

solely

on my good
looks

when
that failed
i tried writing

i heard it
said
somewhere
before

that
desperate
people
will
try

just
about
anything


- Wayne Keon

It gave me a laugh and has been in my head for a few days now so I think that means that I like.
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7 comments:

  1. meMay 30, 2009 at 7:47 AM

    I
    never
    understand
    these modern poems.

    are
    they
    long Haiku
    or making shapes

    with
    words?
    i'm fond
    of pretty shapes

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  2. ms toast burnerMay 30, 2009 at 10:51 AM

    There once was a woman called Mog
    She left a fine poem on my blog
    The shapes that do please her
    Are phallic in nature
    She'd spot one in a thick veil of fog

    Ha. Ha. HA!!! :-P

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  3. *May 30, 2009 at 2:05 PM

    lol, that's great!

    i like poetry also, writing it, well that's another story.

    "there once was a man from nantucket??"

    i don't know, it's all i got.

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  4. meMay 30, 2009 at 5:12 PM

    there once was a man from nantucket
    who soaked his corns in a bucket
    many were impressed
    but he was obsessed
    that sore footed man from nantucket

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  5. ms toast burnerMay 30, 2009 at 6:13 PM

    lol... corns!

    I only know the long version.

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  6. meMay 31, 2009 at 4:34 PM

    I only know that version, cos I just made it up. Whats the long version??

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  7. ms toast burnerMay 31, 2009 at 5:27 PM

    :D

    the man from Nantucket...
    is a man...
    with one of those man things...
    and...
    it's...
    so...
    long...
    that he...
    can...
    also...

    soak it in a bucket!

    ;-)

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