Woops... Poem by zarina binda

Woops...



Sweet rain
Trickling down the drain
As I keep writing
A poem nice and plain

The trees are green
And so are my shoes
But that's beside the point
They are not of much use

As I am drinking my tea
My fingers slightly frozen
I'm thinking of a rhyme
That I have not yet chosen

But oh look I have already started
With this random thinking
While the cloths in the drier
Have started shrinking

Woops…

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Darbyshire 20 June 2006

nice thoughts zarina, keep-em comin Love from A-dam dave xxx

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K. Jared Hosein 20 June 2006

A witty display of a person's artistic observances and relentless reality snapping them back into their position. A fun, interesting read. - K.

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