Senseless Saturday Sarcasm: The Occasional Poet
Joelle LeGende, The Occasional Poet© Strikes
I think my brain is fried today,
It doesn’t work, to my dismay,
it’s doing paperwork all wrong
like putting Elvis in a thong
or painting pictures with your nose
and contemplating panty hose
which never fit, you know that’s true
they squeeze your tummy till it’s blue
your face turns red and stars appear
inside of eyes that try to tear…
Where I’m headed? I’ve no clue
this poem is worse than doggie poo.
Poetry is not my forte, but throwing warm, pork-scented doggie poo out the door and then eating breakfast? That’s where I shine!