Ph: Poetry Writing: Just For Fun! Poem by Brian Johnston

What do you say that we take a break
From all of our old routines,
What would it look like, how would it feel,
Do we even know what that means?
Of course, it wouldn’t mean I love you less
Or my old love is any less real.

Like say that I throw in a line in a poem
That never repeats ending rhyme
And let it just hang there, is it an error,
A flaw in the fabric of time?
What do you think folks?

What if rhyme pattern never repeats
Would that really bother our pleasure?
Or might it enhance it and give us more time
As we surf the waves of our leisure.

Perhaps we could bottle it, sell it to those
Who used to snort Coke for their breakfast
Or just add some oil, a new kind of sunscreen
That also kills bugs in a forest!
 
Although some thoughts are flawed,
Their logic doubtful, even carry an odor,
They still give us reason for laughter,
A savoir faire and still have some class
To carry them into hereafter.

For God must love trash
(But maybe bright colors beguile Him)
For it explains so much
About what has evolved on our planet,
Like Republicans, Democrats,
Strange (Queer) Tea party Folk,
And lest we forget “Damn It Janet: ”
Dinosaurs supremely courting disaster!
Though all of them are dead now,
New life forms record their footprints
In comical molds made of plaster,
But the mystery remains to this day
Of why some of these strange creatures
Have flat feet and some feet have ridges.