I was about to use my blender
to make a big, beautiful Hurricane
which I figured would help
blow me away
Then I remembered
a lot of folks have told me
not to drink
Well, I don't smoke anymore
What's next?
Caffeine?
Is a life devoid of all vices
worth living?
I doubt I'd do well as a monk
I just know the funny hat would itch
But, then again
I guess I would have
a lot of time to
dream about love
that could have been
or else just sit around and
write my memoirs...
kind of like prisoners do
Jeff...this one cracks me up...the hat would itch? Oy Vey! Only you, Dorkrey!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said! Being a Scot, this poem is just perfect! Hugs Anna xxx