SO WHAT AM I GOOD AT

I cannot make the time,
Although I think it's
Hidden in this rhyme.

When I walk into a room,
Don't have the power,
To make a flower bloom.

Then again if you please,
I couldn't even,
Command a sneeze.

Or clean my glasses,
With an oily rag.
Or fight my way,
Out of a paper bag.

There is something I'm good at,
I really must confess.
I'm really good at making,
An awful mess.











Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-09-13 at 13:17

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