Thursday, December 25, 2003

Writing a poem with the words Flower, Fable, and Dying...

a love fable

 

WITH PEN IN HAND

I SIT AT MY TABLE

WRITING A POEM

AND CREATING A FABLE

 

TO TELL THE STORY

OF A MAN WHO'S TRYING

TO FIND A WIFE

WITHOUT MUCH CRYING

 

HE SPENDS HIS TIME

AND ALL HIS MONEY

LOOKING FOR A LADY

TO CALL HIM HONEY

 

SO PITY THE MAN

AS HE TRIES TO WOW HER

HE STANDS IN THE STREET

AND HANDS HER A FLOWER

 

HE HOPES FOR THE BEST

AS HE GIVES IT HIS ALL

HE'S WAITING FOR LOVE

BUT SUSPECTS A FALL

 

HE'LL NEVER GIVE UP

OR EVER STOP TRYING

TILL HE FINDS A WIFE

EVEN IF DYING

 

SO LISTEN GOOD

AND LISTEN WELL

THE FABLES OVER

NOTHING ELSE TO TELL

 

 

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