Para-Fry Sharing Poem by me poet yeps poet
Para-Fry Sharing
THIS one is lovely poetry
will be read morely
surely
if you could only parafy it
you are all great published poets
I am only waking up
now bald
a friendly guy
old
and
growing cold
times doldrums are now ready
to garbage me
remember o poets
you are great
world needs more like ye
I am being boxed
to be preserved
below 6 feet soonly
unless they incinerate me
MY ASHES
STREWN ACROSS SEVEN SEAS
Will make me
HAPPEEEEEEEE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/7/2024 5:34:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
First I felt like telling you to cheer up and enjoy your second childhood. But then I read the Poet's Note. I agree with your first para, and agree with the second all the more. Forget the parafy effect of some poems. If they are not there how can you appreciate the good ones?