My Mother Raised Me Better Than That... [an Echo To Kim Barney's Poem 'shall I Compare Thee To A Bale Of Hay? '; Humor? ; Aging Not-Gracefully; Kinda Short] Poem by Bri Edwards
My Mother Raised Me Better Than That... [an Echo To Kim Barney's Poem 'shall I Compare Thee To A Bale Of Hay? '; Humor? ; Aging Not-Gracefully; Kinda Short]
Shall I compare thee to a bale of hay?
Hay is more lovely with a better shape.
Thou must have seen many a better day;
One look at thee and one tries to escape.
Sometimes too hot the sun on thee did shine
And that is why thy poor skin is all burned.
I thought that I could look at thee just fine
But suddenly my stomach overturned.
Yet thy eternal glamour cannot fade
For fade it has already; it did flee!
It is too late for thou to find the shade;
For a picture of wrinkled, look at thee.
And now the time has come to end this song;
To have it go on longer would be wrong.
bri :)
Shakespeare burlesque....Yes, Shakespeare had been one of the longest running sources of the art form. You may just be on the cusp of forging the revival! Awesome work The Bard would approve! (?)
Poor old soul whose figure is similar to a hay stack(?) or bale of hay! She no more has an hour glass figure..... all such changes happen with aging! What to do..... can't help! Any way enjoyed this poem of not aging gracefully!
Overall young Bri... we must take thinks with a grain of salt and we all have to age somehow. Life goes so quick that we should not focus on appearance. Cheers again
Do you know why those round hay bales are outlawed in Pennsatucky? Its because... (see below) the cows can't get a square meal,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 9:21:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I am more of a haystack myself. Just don't go searchin for lost needles tho.: -) A fun poem, Bri. (as long as it wasn't directed at any females in your life.)