Andy Brookes Poems
|844.||I Need To Get Out More||5/23/2017|
|845.||The Pike And The Minnow Acautionary Tale||2/5/2018|
|852.||Myths Metres Maybe Meta-Algorithms -new-||2/21/2018|
|856.||Night Flight -new-||2/22/2018|
|860.||Tweeting And Twitching||10/30/2017|
|861.||Her Inner Beauty Is Forever Young||11/6/2017|
|865.||Spinning Yarns With Woolly Thoughts||10/27/2017|
|868.||Lamination's Or Dreaming Giants||11/11/2017|
|869.||I'm Only Human||12/14/2014|
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I'm Only Human
I work my fingers to the bone,
And I know I shouldn't moan.
Not get upset about my work,
If criticised by some jerk.
It's sad to say, my skin is thin,
Tough exterior, soft within.
I try so not to let it hurt,
When hit by a poem expert.
I know I have a lot to learn,
But cruel remarks, they just burn.
And you know I have no fear,
Of ever becoming like Shakespeare.
I write just whims, airy fancies,
Which people stab with their lances.
With their thrusts they put me down,
Making me feel like a clown.
But be it good or be it ...
The ostrich is a funny bird
It lays huge eggs or so I've heard.
Puts its head down in the sand
When senses perils near at hand.
But running never has occurred
Its behaviours just absurd.