The hat upon your head,
Is the hat of distinction.
Taking it off,
Requires a little wisdom.
Slow down that elbow,
Your waistcoat is a showing.
The lounge is in a mess.
And the front lawn needs a mowing.
There's a dead cat,
On a country flat,
Looking for resurrection.
There's a man,
With pen in hand,
Looking for discretion.
I saw you at the wishing well,
Your money you were throwing,
But your hat is still upon your head,
And the front lawn still needs mowing.
What a polished poem! I love the form and style. You draw your reader in and use words in a very artistic way! Keep it up!
wonderful insight and depth in this writing.... love it...