|A Most Dire Postcard Poem
Author: Infinity Plus One PM
This is a poem that I sent to my father on a postcard when I was on holiday in Los Angeles. How can you expect me to write a decent poem in ten minutes? This is very dire.Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor/Poetry - Words: 138 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 04-16-05 - id: 1887571
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A Most Dire Postcard Poem
At first I
thought I couldn't write this poem
What rhymes with poem? Phloem.
Phloem – a transport vessel in all plants.
Changing the topic to this holiday (this time not in France),
There is a new adventure every day.
Universal Studios, Laguna Beach, Fashion Island,
We've been everywhere, but not up highland.
Walking for miles and miles in the heat
And arriving home/at the hotel to find we have stinking feet,
Has joy hidden in all that muscle pain.
Yet here we are near Hollywood in all our fame;
(Or lack of) Mama purchases clothes and maps,
Oly runs (or forgets to run) laps
Around the lake situated in the park.
That's all there is to it.
I am beginning to get pathetically desperate
With my rhymes. How irate.