I dropped this bloody pill
I dropped it on the floor
It rolled across the lino
And straight out through the door
I know I shouldn't worry
I know I shouldn't fret
But If I was a donkey
I'd have to call a vet
It really cant have gone far
I think I'll have to look
Na I cant be bothered
I think I'll read my book
But now I cant relax
Now I cant unwind
I'll have to go and take a look
The bloody pill to find!
Comments
Richard L. Prov... | October 20, 2009 - 19:38
Hello Breather. I liked this poem, snappy and to the point. Your're still a young geezer; I have ten more years on you. Keep writing and have a great day. Richard LP
breather | October 20, 2009 - 20:58
Thank you Richard. You're right I am a young geezer. I feel like I'm getting younger everyday. most of the time. thnx for the comment.