Words are useless, Words are bold,
Words get fainter when you get old,
Words are something we rely on,
Words are something to get by on,
Words are pretty when wrote sincere,
Not so nice when written queer,
Words show all that you are great,
Written in a form you can relate,
Words are bad when all mixed about
Not spelled right and you all shout,
What’s this twit is he sick?
No you clowns he’s Dicklexick.
Poem by Taxidave
Hello Taxi Dave and greetings from a hackney driving poet in Wicklow, Ireland like your poem Words, and the others about Lucia and life at sea. Try some where the lines don't rhyme, as this sometimes seems forced. also read each line out loud, this will show where a line is a word or half a word too long and the 'music' of the poem suffers. maybe we'll talk some more about writing while waiting on a fare. keep writing. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was so clear to visualize the many words one has to absorb in your trade. I too have written one on words. Hope you have the time to look it up. Adeline