A Sad Sad Story Poem by Tom Billsborough
A Sad Sad Story
Rating: ★4.1
i hear the sound of ghostly feet
plodding down the town's main street.
Hush! Hush! I cry as it draws near
And we all shiver in great fear.
Then it's squelch squelch squelch
And an awesome belch
And a strangulated curse
But not, I think, in verse,
As the feet hit cloying mud.
Things aint too good
As I exclaim
Poor Poey Munter's stuck again.
Monday, September 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: humor
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4/25/2024 10:39:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh. My. Gosh! You had a Poe thing going on there! ! ! ! I was getting that crawly feeling to my skin. And then... and then... it was the attack of the Tom Billsborough Humor Monster! ! ! Run! Run! Run! There is no telling what that LOL will do next! ! ! ! Tom, I have found your subjects are varied, your emotions a tapestry, your skills exceptional. Shoot, I even like your sense of humor. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thanks, Susan. I don't think Poey has quite gotten unstuck yet. Maybe send a Cowboy with a lasso and haul him out. We've retired to the bar for a conflab and comfort drinking!