The Pen

for the worst poem contest

It was almost a perfect day

The trees would dance and sway

But deep inside the woods

Lived a guy who had the goods

He wanted to be a poet

So he’d sit and scribble a bit

When he’d finally completed his lines

He saw some disturbing signs

The sky turned all cloudy and gray

And washed all the good things away

So he climbed inside a tree like a squirrel

As the wind gave the tree a great big hurl

The tree flew far across the land

And landed in the desert sand

The poet was glad

He wasn’t sad

Because he still had his pen in his hand

So he could dig right out of the sand

He dug and he dug crawling out of the hole

And then sipped some water from out of a bowl

So writing ended up saving his hide

Because without that pen he would have died

Reviews

[Daniel Gardner]

kool but weird

[SK Woodiwiss]

Crazy! And fun - it should be all poets and writers anthem - if all else fails, our pens come in handy in a wind storm.
Thanks for sharing.