All in the Name of Poetry

JOSIE'S POEMS

F u n n y P o e m s

By Josie Whitehead

Poetry seems a cemetery

Where people bury grief.

The act of putting it in verse

Perhaps brings them relief.

It seems a good place to enshrine

The contents of one's heart;

And here replace one's tears with words

And inner gloom impart.

Readers, enter bravely

When you join a writing group.

The poetry section, I'm afraid,

Will make your spirits droop.

Your happy day will melt like snow

By reading such sad words –

And to entertain oneself this way

Must surely be absurd!

Your cholesterol will rise and rise!

We'll hear your heartfelt cries -

But come, turn that computer off

And wipe your streaming eyes.

It’s POETRY, my poor dear friend,

Designed to tear your heart

But not all poems will make you cry –

And here’s mine for a start . . . . . .

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