
| A Most Dire Postcard Poem
Author: Infinity Plus One 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.
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