Pottery 2020
I believe that good poems come out of conversations and when you really feel! During one such conversation with friends today, the following stuff came out... On how I am forever penniless, and have to borrow money to fund my holidays... Oh, you cruel Vemu Making me the gruel Vemu Hoarding all the money Never giving me a penny! Separation of duties, he says But look at the bills she pays Yeah, the stocks I make Can't handle the breads I need to bake! Oh yes, I am on a roll Need more for my payroll On and on, I can wax on On how I drudge on! And on how I always underestimate our wealth... Round and round I grow and I count Taking away from my excel Giving you and you excel! At this point am saying that real pain gives birth to good poems *please insert a guffaw here* The anguish and the pain Along with all this rain This, the books and cooks don't help All I can do is yelp! I had a slighly unpleasant exchange with a co-worker when he mispronounc