Gay Abandonment

I've SURRENDERED! I think I've proved to myself and anybody else unlucky enough to come across my 'poems' that I can't write them! :)



THE END

Day 16

FIVE MINUTES

That's all the time left,
That's plenty of time for me.
Who am I kidding!

Day 15

DUST

There's dust in the sky,
no-one can fly -
not to New York or Sydney,
Paris or Rome.
There's dust in the sky,
no-one can fly -
Mary, Jock and Clancy
must all stay at home.

Day 14

(A cleave poem - sort of)

Day 13

ODE TO KITCHEN ROLL

What would we do without it?
How would we blow our nose?
How would we wipe the counter,
Dry the dishes, clean up the
Cat poo when she missed the tray?
How did we manage without it?
Dirty sponges and hankies,
Tis a wonder we didn't all
die of disease.

Day 12

LAST WORD

What if my last word was then
How would you know
what happened?
What if my last word was and
How would you know
what else?
What if my last word was but
How would you know
the condition?
What if my last word was no
Would you still allow
me to leave?

Day 11

A&E

Clean socks,
You have to, don't you?
Good job I washed my hair.
Cold, so cold
A child who can't pull the flush.
Limpers, scivers -
I want to go home.
Electrodes, electronics
Numbers flashing.
Normal numbers.
I'm alive.
He pokes my sternum
And I leave in
more pain than
when I'd arrived.
Costochondritis.
Again.