The Twelve Days Of Poetry Poem by Dean Meredith

On the first day of the festival
A cute girl said to me
I really like your poetry
The way you speak so honestly
Such passion in your words I see
Your friend I’d like to be

On the third day of the festival
My new friend said to me
Gee I like the way you think
Especially when we’ve had a drink
How I blush and go quite pink
When you touch my knee

On the sixth day of the festival
My love said tenderly
With you I feel I’m beautiful
Life suddenly seems wonderful
Sorry for being so watchful
Let’s take things nice and slowly

On the ninth day of the festival
My muse she said to me
Work has been horribly busy
My house is terribly messy
Everything’s getting so heavy
I feel like I’m no longer free

On the twelfth day of the festival
My ex said so sadly
Fool I really did love you
But in the end we both knew
Eventually I’d need others too
Besides you’re way crazy for me