PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Last night though physically exhausted, my mind was set on overdrive. I forced myself to mentally construct a poem (no pen; no paper) as to exhaust myself psychologically. After finding satisfaction in a stanza, I'd doze off. Periodically I'd wake back up and formulate a follow-up stanza. The finale of incoherence indicates that I finally fell into a deep sleep and did not reawaken until daylight. This is nothin' special, but in practice, twas a useful sedative.



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Found a party

Found a ball & chain

Sung a merry refrain

Wet the toes; O, then knew

This was all quicksand

through & though



Found a bacchanalian

Found a ball & chain

Sung a merry refrain

Danced with a Capulet

A rose by any other name

Would wilt as well, I bet



Found a gala ball

Found a ball & chain

Muttered a melancholy refrain

Was offered an anchor & big lead boots

which he'd bought with his compass,

his fortitude, his will and parachute



Found somethin' old; found somethin' new

Found someone furrowed; found someone blue

Found a bowl of sugar

Found a putrescent bowl of stew



Dah doo doop dah dah doo

Wop wah dah dah cachoo

You'll find yours too