joke

tell another story boys, the day has been a bust
the steel rods that hold me up are ninety per cent rust
nothing can be what I was, I must have been mistook
though take a picture of me boys, if you admire the look
lessons in just who you are and who I’m meant to be
have been drummed into my hide since I was two or three
but nothing I have ever seen nor words that I’ve heard spoke
have been able to provide a punchline for the joke

Advertisements
Previous Post
Leave a comment

4 Comments

  1. damommza

     /  September 22, 2013

    This poem made me think of the bridge near me that is falling apart and being replaced, once piece at a time by a team of steel workers. It’s always being photographed and workers in hard hats can be seen at break time, sitting on the girders and just talking. I think, if the bridge could talk…this is what it would be saying..it’s actually an excellent poem with the bridge as the backdrop.. 😀

    Reply
    • I think the steel rods idea came from one of those “buskers” I saw a few days ago, who was doing the “statue” bit, supported by a hidden frame 😀

      Reply
  2. abikertoo

     /  September 23, 2013

    Izz waoundeurun aeraweund leukkn foar ae wai tew fynnush teh stoaree wyff sumpun aeperoachhun whut teh ggyst ubbit wuz dayutz kawmpreeheynsubbl!!

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: