Friday, December 14, 2012

Another day

I like to speak and before I spoke
Faucets that will leak have before not loke
Often I write, today I wrote
I don't bite my tongue or bote
I'd strike a key, the key was struck
This poem I like, but never luck.

Why don't you ever comment about these poems? I write them without any inspiration and think them up entirely myself. I'll probably stop doing them soon.

4 comments:

  1. Just checking in after a few days' absence. I love these poems, especially the most recent one! You're really good at unearthing and calling attention to the oddities and inconsistencies of the English language in funny ways; I know I get a lot out of reading these things!

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    1. Thanks you too much! I rather enjoy mangling the bizarrities of english. How nice of you.

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  2. Many songs wroten, and thereafter sanged,
    Ever mis-uked, and un-keyed, and nasaled, and twanged.

    But unlike my writtens, your writings are cool,
    Are you certain we're both from the same gene pool?

    Cool Papa

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    1. Yop. Thanks for the your compliments! Hows for your niceness.

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