PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I'm a fellow and my name is Mike

I'll tell you what it is that I like

To take things unheard

And give them a word

So into the mind they will strike.



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I'm Michael And I have a room

Where my poetry's always in bloom

It's four foot by eight

And I'm in it quite late

'Cause others need it to groom.



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I'm a fellow who lives in Kentucky

Who considers himself to be lucky

To sit all alone

In the room of my home

Locked away from all that is plucky.



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Once when I emerged from my cell

After writing for hours a tale

I heard my son say

That I'd do okay

In a one room shack in a swale.



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Perhaps I could live all alone

With no one around to bemoan

The fact that I write

So darned late at night

But then life would be monotone.



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So I'll continue to sit in the loo

Writing silly limericks to you

About how in this room

That makes poetry bloom

Michael is constantly new.