I wish I could talk like I think.
Speak as fluid as I blink.
I wish I could bottle my dreams,
My laugh be as loud as my screams.
I wish I could smile and it spread,
As quickly as hair grows on my head.
Which is very quick, to be fair,
It's sometimes quite the scare.
I digress however,
Lost my train of thought.
This is the worst poem ever.
Ta-da!
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Shocking news everyone. I don't always have profound thoughts gouging insight throughout my brain. If I had to rate my brain activity this past week it would not score highly.
I'm feeling rather random, Not wanting to be 'right' My OCDs are hiding, I think Koalas bite. Oops, there I go -RANDOM, What's happening to me.
I wish I was engaged to Opuss, We'd get on without a fuss. No domestic issues, Then Opuss, I'd never miss you. We care for each other dearly, And so I ask sincerely: Can I marry this paw print app.
I've had a sore throat recently. But I've ignored it greatly. Now I'm sick. So I shall post for you Brits. After reading households,. And posting poems a week old,. New poems shall emerge.
What shall I do today?. Poem, joke or blog?. I might just do a long story, Since I slept like a log. I'm not too keen on reviews, And don't know any recipes!. What else could I do?.
A goat Quite wierd Might I say so myself @Stablish came up with this one I remember that clearly You were a rhyming machine But I've not a thing to say About goats Are they fluffy.
I have to write a poem, My poem for the day. But nothing else has happened, There's nothing here to say. Well today, today. I went to the zoo.
Okay. Here's another blind write. No brain at work. Or thought behind. It's too late to think. At twenty to three. I'm half asleep. And I can barely see. Oh well. It's all okay. Today's little rhyme.
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