Can't compose a rhyme?
Don't have the time?
My brain's gone dead?
What's that you said?
Now don't be rude,
Or be downright crude,
I'm not brain dead
If that's what you said.
Inspiration is nil,
Probably this chill,
Been with me for days,
Have been living in a haze.
Tomorrow I'll try
To find a reply,
To your 'funny' jokes,
But at the moment it chokes
Me up, but I'll be
OK again you'll see,
And I will compose
A profusion of prose,
Then my poems will win through
And the joke will be on you.
So go play with your trains,
Which won't require brains!
© Ernestine Northover
I like the way you put this poem together cause I can't really rhyme in my poems I try but they tend to seem stupid to me.
A way forward, pick yourself up and brush yourself off and move on, Healing words from a great poet Love duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful fast flowing poem with a profusion of lovely rhymes. Great work Ernestine. Love, Andrew xx