Just invented something, I did.
Fabulous…unbelievable!
Am still giggling and I mean giggling,
and for a neon man, that’s indeed
something!
Mixed some secret ingredients,
bombarded it with juice… real juice.
Zapped it again, I like to zap,
and the powder started glowing.
Amazing!
My faithful dog had left the room
didn’t want to be the pig called guinea.
Thought about my honey but… nah.
She might not like this idea,
so I swallowed
Wow is all I got to say as I giggled
If flying was this easy… why Avis?
And who needs Marvel anymore
when they see me, the self made flyer
Neonman!
On my second trip round I stopped.
Only so many sunrises in a day!
And it’s hard to giggle when supersonic!
What a pill, a happy flying pill, replete
with giggles!
But something did not feel right
perhaps this pill had side effects?
Something warm, burning, searing
in my lap. Damn! I spilt my coffee.
Reality!
Better check what I put in that pot!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice job dear poet....these lines are so moving 'But something did not feel right perhaps this pill had side effects? Something warm, burning, searing in my lap. Damn! I spilt my coffee.' -10 for it dear