The Sky is Blue
by Dana Reed
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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Awful is the word for it.
The sky is blue,
The sunset is pink,
When I write poetry,
It really stinks.
I try as hard as anyone can,
But I use a pencil instead of a pen,
To have an eraser is nothing short of joy,
To destroy the passages that no one would enjoy.
To think as a kid a poem I did write,
For my summer camp that everyone liked,
They put it to music--Old Langs Syne,
And sang it to me in the proper rhyme.
I should have ended this long ago,
But at least it's rhyming so on I go,
But I think I'll end now while I'm ahead,
Before they stone me and leave me for dead.†
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|Reviewed by Samata Shrestha
|It's awesome like your profile pic.... ^_^|
|Reviewed by John Domino
|I like it! You are funny!
You have a GREAT sence of humor.
alias - Mickey Mouse
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|lol-fun read Dana!!
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|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|"But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned."......Bob Dylan
|Reviewed by Wm. Hammond
|...And it got better as it went.
Keep it up.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Awwww! This is just terribly sweet. How could anyone even think of stoning you....
|Reviewed by Randall Barfield
|It is cute. and sweet.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|ROFL...how do you think the rest of us started?