Forms (Fun Poem 38) Poem by David Harris

Forms (Fun Poem 38)

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Our lives are filled with forms
we have to fill in, almost on a daily basis.
Most want a detailed description
of our entire life.
Date of birth, date of death.
You silly iriots if I was dead
I wouldn’t be filling in this form!

What about some of the other silly questions they ask.
There is always one or two.
What gender are you male, female or other.
If other, please explain.
I scratched my head.
I am a cross between a mongoose
and a little green man.

Why must they always put other
when they ask a question?
How do you get to work,
walk, bike, bus, train, car or other.
A friend came across that question once.
He simply ticked other and then went on to explain
that he went to work on an egg.

Now about these forms
that seem to dominate our lives.
During our lifetime,
we probably fill in enough forms
to stretch around the world and back again
if they were placed end to end.
Writer’s moan about writer’s cramp,
I moan about form cramp and that is that.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
x... x... 04 September 2007

too funny are you young man! ! ! ! Plus, you must get a heck of alot of credit card applications in your mail....since they make up the majority of forms, well except to redo at the Dr's each year even though 'you' are still 'you' and tell them you' haven't moved and the only difference is that you're a year older. David the joker here, at your service...merci buckets.! ~~~marci.x

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And fun it is. I'm laughing on the mongoose idea.... :) t x

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 04 September 2007

Good god forms for this and forms for that, every week they seem to send you something to sign... I love it when they ask Sex, I get all schoolboy and just say yes please...

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Duncan Wyllie 04 September 2007

I couldn't agree more whole-heartedly David, just why they think they need to know each and every finite detail I may never know, but I don't think that it is meant to be a personal thing, perhaps that's part of the problem, it's sent out by just a machine, no personal- touch to their limitations, hey ho! not to worry, at least you still write with a personal touch and with some substance I will add Take care Love duncan X

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