There is a small amount of poetry in me

I’ve turned you lose you silly old goose,
I don’t want your Jokes any more.
Take my advice and get rid of the dice,

Your humor has become such a bore,
You can’t win with the numbers you have anymore.

I shiver and shake from the bad jokes that you make,
And you think you have mastered the game.
But with out any doubt, I want to poke you in your snout,
And put bumps on your head with my cane.

I run, I hide, and when I turn and look,
There you are, like dim lit star.
Why was this plague put on me,
How will I ever get rid of you, as I am unpar.

No reason to believe that one can achieve the impossible,
That has been tried and failed with regret.
My laughter has left me, and let you be warned,
Kill it while it is young and let us forget.

Either kill it now or suffer a life that has no meaning at all,
Do your best to let it rest.
For the impossible will grow in an unusual way,
Of which we have no control.

Give up, Give in, or run like hell,
For if you are caught, you will learn.
If you are amused, you will be cast under a spell

What life is like deep under the ground,

It is best to use extra soil and make a very large mound,
Then park a truck on it with a sign that says.
Do not disturb , this is not lost, Leave it alone,
Warning, Pay heed, Here you will find not a clown’

By; Ben R.

May 21, 2010