Poet ClownA Poem by shallimarRoseWritten in the wee hours of poetic insomnia.. May be a bit embellished but this is pretty much a true story of my life as a poet.... lolPoet Clown
When I was small it all began Perhaps the age of nine or ten When everything began to rhyme And words would line up in my mind...
Even when I'd lie in bed Rhymes would still fill up my head And everything a rhyme would make Even my meals for goodness sake...
Tonight I think I'd like some brisket Not much salad, just one biscuit I'll have the corn but not the peas Banana pudding if you please...
My father was a poet too Recited poems, acted out a few A poet and you don’t know it he’d say Than send me in my room to play...
Mama thought it just a stage That normally I'd speak with age I learned to speak alright, I did Couldn’t stop the rhyming in my head…
And as the age has moved with time The more that passed the more I’d rhyme It is a gift I know at best Sometimes I yearn much needed rest...
And yes I have tried counting sheep But one would smile the next would weep It seems silly now to write it down I feel a bit like a poet clown...
Who’s thankful for the gift of rhyme But needs a little sleep sometime Forgive me if I've rambled on I'm feeling delirious, it's almost dawn...
© 2007 bj Smith aka shallimarRose © 2013 shallimarRoseAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on October 3, 2013 Last Updated on October 3, 2013 Tags: poetry, poet, clown, love, written word, shallimarRose, insomnia AuthorshallimarRoseF W, WAAboutI am a singer, writer, poet, dreamer, believer..... I am an unconventional poet who has been writing rhyme since the age of five. I enjoy all styles of poetry. I write by ear not syllable count .. more..Writing
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