at least I can love it anyway)
Mr. Gho
Mr. Gho away from children
Mr. Gho away and leave
alone in business
in a hurry
and never feeling
his own crime
Mr. Gho eats eggs at lunchtime
bought from others
grown to no-one
they are food for
helping others helping others
Mr. Gho away from children
Mr. Gho away and leave
What a busy day you have had. You are a new name on Poemhunter, and a talented one. Welcome.
Amy, an apology, a congratulation, an encouragement... when I read your first postings, I thought they were from the well-trodden bruised world of the lovelorn, and passed by your subsequent poems in the flood of postings. Apologies; congratulations; and I shall look forward to your future postings. Whether I should wish well to your eventful love life when it serves so well for your poetic material...