Oh Goodie Joy

My early days of poetry

Oh Goodie Joy

 

 

Oh goodie joy

I feel as like a boy

When good I was

To off and dash

My goodly goodest verse

In minutes short and sweet

 

Though some along the way

I think there came a day

That away it went

But now again

I'm like then

A master of the form

In speed and splendid deed

 

Only then as not

My confidence

Was so so less

I must confess

I couldn't dream

The what I dream now

 

But fear me not

As some cocky beastly bore

I am so much more

Just listen listen in

You'll see me be

Some goodly voice to hear

 

Thankfully, feeling like is as close as I get. I want to be me today. Not...him.

 

Standalone poem fro issue #1 of Tuesday 42, my forthcoming poetry monthly

 

 

Charles Petrie