
I do, I have a problem
A problem I do dread
I seem to get in overload
Loadover in my head
I just begin a line of verse
And into this one start…
The girl stood on the burning deck
She did look like a tart –
(work in progress)
You see my jolly problem, I’m
An overloaded cart
Oh overload oh overload
What will become of me ?
Will I be relegated to
The grave of poetry?
Don Matthews
Poet in Training July 2017)
I love the tongue in cheek, whimsical feel.
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