In search of a comfortable place
To seat and write my masterpiece,
I forgot my pen and paper,
And carried the words in my heart,
That made me very uncomfortable,
Ah, when you need your cell phone the most,
Why is it always out of charge,
And now that it is fully charged and rearing to go,
The words have left my memory bank,
(did I say I was getting old),
So now I am sitting comfortably,
And spewing out rubbish to make you uncomfortable,
(like the one tweeting every morning from his toilet seat).
A bit out of the theme for the day, Thanksgiving. A pleasure uniquely you. 😀
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That’s why it was written the day before Thanksgiving. Added the last line to elicit a response from you partner😀. Life was becoming too mundane.
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Oh! Don’t you compare your creativity with someone else’s.
I also, lost a whole poem yesterday, which had come to me in the bathroom, but later I forgot to jot it down immediately. And poof, just escaped!
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We need a poem genie.
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