Came up with this idea this morning hope you all enjoy my rants.


A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WAIST

It only takes two seconds for my mind,
To think of a poetic verse,
It really is a curse.

Don't mean to be unkind,
Another two seconds its lost,
In the annals of my mind.

Cannot be only one,
who likes wrighting for fun.
Its my poetic outlet.
when all is said and done.

Wrighting? righting? writing;
Like a horse on knight back,
Writing all the wrongs,
Or so I think I heard;
When written in a song.

Writing? whriting? righting;
What is wrong with me?
Its as though my minds,
Gone out for tee.

T? TEE? TEA.
Think the mad hatters,
Got one over me.

My mind hasn't stopped,
For tea or brunch;
Think it finally did it,
An went an gone for lunch.

Went and gone? gone and went?
Cannot think of another thing to right.
Right? rhite? write;

as its at the end of the day,
All I can say is good......
AH; I must confess,
all my mind needs
Is a little rest, Night.
.......DID I WRITE WAIST!
















Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-07 at 09:47

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Very amusing!

I especially like the playful nature of the poem, and the interior monologue that goes back-and-forth works really well.

Overall, nicely done!

2021-09-07