fickle fate
Time told Wait, "I'll be right back
Just sit tight..... relax
Get comfortable, my patient friend
I'm going out to talk to End
I just hope that we don't quibble
If End is hanging round with Middle
Middle is always running late
Since he started dating Fate
First was Fate's old paramour
Till she met that rouge Before
She dropped him like a red hot coal
When Middle took her for a stroll
Time had a roving eye for Fate
Despite that Middle was his mate
Looking here and searching there
Fate was not found, anywhere
Fate was fickle that was true
As Middle, Before, and Time all knew
And yet they all had lust for Fate
While Fate had eyes for End and Wait
Later!
Pax
A
1/08
Micke
Sheila
This is one of the most clever poems I've had the pleasure of reading.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Well done!!
Love Tinka
I'm all confused. (lol) After all is said and done does Fate End up with Wait? Sorry bout my confussion Mate. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Love,
ET
Dear, dear Lady A, no poem is lame unless it is not written. This is whimsical, as Fee (below) said, and I'm smiling, even now...reminds me of Who's on first. :) Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
hugs
Fee