I became concerned, that I’d overlooked,
The matter of Health and Safety,
So I came to the conclusion, it was time to do,
A risk assessment of Poetry.
While writing my words, my pen could slip,
And stab me in the heart,
Or it could choke me or poison me with its ink,
Am I prepared to die for my art?
So maybe a pen is best avoided,
Though a computer could cause electrocution,
Or Repetitive Strain Injury could cripple me,
Or I could develop double vision.
Then again a paper-cut could sever a limb,
Or a bad review could upset me,
And so I’ve decided it’s far too dangerous,
And I’d better give up writing Poetry!
Haha, very nice. I think we have all lost ourselves in the 'what ifs? ' of life and potentially emotionally distressing incidents that could leave us dumber than we could ever imagine.
LOL>>>gawd ur funny...why not just give up breathing...you could breathe in poison...oh and don't go outside the sky might fall on ur head...so witty....i loved this...great sense of humour...a comic genius....don't stop writing poetry..thousands might commit suicide at the loss! ! ! Did you take that into your risk assessment! ! ! ! Fantastic! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOL. Very funny. It really made my day. and made me think, too - especially when it comes to the compuuter. Keep writing, my friend.