Hey, sometimes life is okay.
The rhyme and the verse,
A chime and a nurse,
Can keep the bad feelings at bay.
So write, Darling, write!
Ignore all of life's trite,
And pump out a poem,
Each day.
Lo, take this with salt,
For each morning's mourning,
Each daily corning,
Can lead you to throw,
All your hashed beef away.
(June 24,2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how you have changed the order of the words, makes for an interesting read and I too enjoy playing around with semantics! There should be more of this in poetry I think! Good on you! :)