Saturday, September 01, 2007

Well it won't be this one...

Mummified has spent the week scratching her head, trying to come up with a new poem.

The following is what I started with. Yes, yes, yes, I know - it is a piece of doggerel but it made me laugh.

It is NOT what I shall use tonight. I will publish that next week sometime but I reckon a few mums will identify with the content of this.


And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".

I lose the house keys daily,
I scrabble on the floor,
Even when I find them,
I can't get them in the door.

And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".

If I dress myself at all,
it's backwards, inside out,
I've vomit on my shoulder,
and my back has given out.

And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".

Sleep is but a distant dream,
I'm chasing to the shore.
I only get a little bit,
Oh God, I'd love some more.

And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind is set on "shutdown" and my life is set on "stunned".

1 comment:

CCCCppppCCppp said...

Very amusing.

I've heard slam-winning poems that used bits of doggerel to break up the stream of consciousness and wake up the audience.

This seems to be the first poem
on your blog. Have you put others elsewhere?