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Angela Wybrow

Rookie - 231 Points (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

Poet Without A Pen


A poet who is without a pen,
Is like a lion that has no den.
Like a hotdog with no mustard,
Or like jelly with no custard.

Just like Yin that has no Yang,
Or like a firework with no bang.
Just like fish served without chips,
Or tortillas served without dips.

Just like a teapot without any tea,
Or like a forest without any trees.
Just like a singer without any song,
Or like Hong that's without its Kong.

Just like a toyshop with no toys,
Or a rattle which makes no noise.
Just like a play without any players,
Or a trifle that is lacking in layers.

Just like a night sky minus its moon,
Or like a song that hasn't any tune.
Just like a machine that has no power,
Or a loaf of bread without any flour.

Together, some things just belong:
If they're apart, it just feels wrong.
Thoughts in your head just go round,
If you're unable to write them down.

If you lose your pen, or if it runs out,
You feel frustrated, and want to shout.
If you're in the wilds, or sat on a train,
Having no pen will drive you quite insane.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2012

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Needless to say, my pen ran out while sat on a train!

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