Brian J. Stafford

Gold Star - 5,354 Points (10th February,1951 / Manchester, England)

Last Supper - Poem by Brian J. Stafford

I had the key to your heart,
so I thought I’d keep it safe;
I kept it my pocket,
for another rainy day;
But you put it in the wash,
and washed it all away;
Couldn’t hide my pain,
has it went down the drain;
I was swimming in my coffee,
and you poured it in the sink;
I was floating in the clouds,
when you blew, it made me think;
I was standing on a pedestal,
when you had it taken away;
But I knew I had to worry,
as you cooked my supper;
I can’t say I’m in a hurry,
to eat a cane toad curry.

Topic(s) of this poem: funny


Comments about Last Supper by Brian J. Stafford

  • Uma Ram (4/17/2015 11:49:00 PM)


    Beautiful....HAS IS WENT DOWN THE DRAIN? ? Beautifully said sir. Thanks for sharing.Thanks for your encouragement for my poem The Maid's daughter (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/14/2015 4:18:00 PM)


    Wonderful poem shared really. Nicely written. (Report) Reply

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