GOAT pancake pie erm…
Pancakes share a growling affair
To boost the morale of the monster with
jowls
Still
hibernating
inside a despairing mind of an almost self redundant writer
groans unable to fit into an unremarkable, once favoured racy red garter.
This poem is quite silly
I could throw a goat in here and call him
Kill Billy…
Because he had a penchant for consuming plenty pancakes with half fat cream cheese
Sell them on the hillside,
he did.
Not far from
ole blighty
With a spring in his hooves,
a dapper smile,
a shimmy in his groove.
Singing through a mouthful of home made shove
This isn’t a poem!
These are words to be damned to the books of ,’oh, Crikey’!
Posted on Feb 16, 2021, in poetry and tagged celebration, creatiu, creative outlets, Creativity, Emotions, free verse poetry, friendship, happines, humanity, humour, poems. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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