I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.
I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.
And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
'That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May.'
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haha i really like this poem. it's kind of funny, but it makes sense to me. it really hits me because it's how i feel sometimes. i'm all about the sad songs/poems, and know what it's like to have others think you're crazy because they expect you to snap out of the sadness, and just be happy. good stuff!
Yep I can sing that way! ! ! ! How fun I should not sing in May but pretty soon! youv'e got rythm Phebe
Its like a little crazyness with the women I agree with THAT.
Brilliant song poem with a bit of ironic twist. Most deserving as The Modern Poem Of The Dsay.5 Top stars
Amazing poem, so beautifully said and aptly worded. Congratulations on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hoorray! 5 Stars for this fantastic song! True fascinating.
I'll wait until November That is the time for me. I'll go out in the frosty dark And sing most terribly. Singing in the darkness. a very fine poem. tony
Yes, it sounds like a light-hearted verse- it makes you smile or chuckle and nod your head. But flip it over and take another look. I see that her sad soul and her sad sad song fits into gray November..... but I am said to be a pessimistic sort so perhaps it is only me having a case of mistaken identity.