21. Office Policy Change
Stepping into the boardroom meeting,
Stepped out of character too.
Put a red slipper on one foot,
On the other, a bright blue shoe.
Stepping into the boardroom meeting,
Stepped out of character too.
Put a red slipper on one foot,
On the other, a bright blue shoe.
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After hours of extensive research
And following many a clue,
I've finally discovered the source
Of the new pandemic flu.
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As I lay cozy, all snug in my bed,
I enjoy the imagination inside my head
Until I hear racket beside my bed.
It's my 5:00 alarm!
The poem is absolutely cool. Man it has happened to me not more than a hundred times.
Our TV set was black and white
And on its spindly legs it stood;
More deep than wide with dials that clicked,
All curved glass screen and grain of wood.
Hi Raelene. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment on my poems. I really appreciate the kind feedback.
Kind regards, Cynthia
Our street was once a peaceful place
Kids played and you could jog
But our tranquil life was shattered
When the neighbour got a dog.
I enjoy writing poetry about real events and real people. The "Bazza" who's featured in many of my poems is a quirky character whose fondness for the practical joke often gets him into...
Now see the beautiful sunset ore the ocean blue
Fiery colors do abound, of poems there are a few
I wish that I could write one, about that perfect hue
But nothing rhymes with orange
This orange poem has tickled my fancy. Let me give it a go...
Porridge is a dreary word that always rhymes with orange.
While strawberries and blueberries may make a soothing pair....
Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted his tail
And we heard a roaring dragon!
To me this is the best poem I have read in a long time, so I am sending it to myself.
Spring has sprung, the time has come, for the greening of the trees
A time of change, renewal and growth for my allergies
Like everything else in this great world, Spring has its pluses and minuses
But its features are quite singular when it comes to my poor sinuses
Willis the cowpoke rode into town
On his Old Jugs, just horsing around.
Down highway 26 he rode Old Jugs
To the local saloon for a few chug-a-lugs.
These men get very well acquainted with their horses, their ole pals you might say, The clumping of horse hooves, the whinney demand for carrots and sugar cubes, the barn yard smell. kinda...
Back in October a Christmas wish I made.
A brand new set of golf clubs before next year I played.
Then on Christmas morn, with my eyes I spied
An oblong box under the tree, with ribbon wrapped and tied.
You're the love of my life and the cause of my strife
You dirty cigarette
I've made many mistakes in my many days
But you are my one regret
I love this poem! It really hits home. I've been a cancer survivor for eight years, and I'm still smoking cigarettes. Although, I've been cutting down. Now it's a half pack a day instead of...
There once was a girl named Sue.
She came down with the case of the flu.
She let out a sigh,
"My temperature is high,
I did not wish to write this poem,
But it would not leave me be.
Throughout the night,
Throughout the day,
Same, girl! I don't write poems either! Thanks for expressing it in poem form!
My dear wife studies Calculus.
She says it's fun; I think she's nuts.
She's solving x and y and z.
I struggle with just 1, 2, 3.
Pigheaded Pete was an obstinate fool,
who argued no matter the topic,
shredding opinions with outrageous drool,
and anger that bordered psychotic.
A voyage abroad with my good wife Maude turned into a real mess
In need of some rest in Budapest, about all I got was stress
Then in France I took a chance on some pork a little too rare
I so regret that Monsieur's toilette was very crowded there
I lived my life, I tried my best to follow all my dreams.
My great endeavors were forever bursting at the seams.
And though I tried to love what's mine, I failed and I confess
My bony knees made pants like these suffer much distress
This is one of the best humor poems I have ever read!! I remember reciting the poem in a competition in grade seven. Not only did it win me first prize, it also got me a lot of praise....