Phil Soar

Gold Star - 51,423 Points (28.06.1952)

Fog - Poem by Phil Soar

I wandered off into the fog and lost my way back home
I walked three hundred metres and forgot my bloody phone
I couldn't call for help or ask someone to search for me
So I stopped beside a lamp post and then climbed a nearby tree

I waited in the branches and to call out for attention
I made some funny noises that were too insane to mention
And then I found that I was stuck and quite afraid of heights
I ended up a prisoner for quite a lot of nights

The fog had hung around a while and so had several cats
I tried to avoid contact, fending them off with my hat
And then I tried to climb back down, and much to my dismay
A policeman then arrested me, and kept me locked away

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

Comments about Fog by Phil Soar

  • Spock The Vegan (11/4/2015 1:15:00 PM)

    Thanks for the laugh. Some days are like that. (Report) Reply

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  • Rahman Henry (11/4/2015 9:36:00 AM)

    Beautifully presented. Excellent poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015

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