I bought a fancy talking scale;
I thought it was a wondrous thing.
It gives your poundage without fail;
it does everything but sing.
I went to weigh myself today
with my mind totally at ease.
My talking scale was heard to say:
No, no, no! One at a time, please!
Dear Poet Kim Barney, I really enjoy the humour and the rhyme you bring into your poems. The fancy talking scale does talk much more than it should......... :) Full vote and stars
Kim, This poem has been out there awhile. It is great! ! I like the picture. Have added it to My Poem List! !
Yes, it has been there a long time, almost five years. It is one of the first ones I ever posted here on Poem Hunter. Thanks, Hank, for the comment.
Humour generated by this talking weighing machine is great. With its lovely rhyme the poem is immensely delectable. Thanks, Kim: No, no, no! One at a time, please!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's what mine says to me, too! Great poem!