My father was a poet and my mother was depressed
The bed that she got pregnant on was quickly repossessed
Now homeless, she gave birth to me on cold November ground
And there she left me lay because I only weighed a pound
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this is going [just your name and the poem's link to poem's page] into July 2017's showcase, in my list of poems under July 2017's. Thanks, bri ;)
“And there she left me lay because I only weighed a pound” ……….i’ll grant you poetic license to type “left me lay”. I’m LOVING the story and the rhyming! it shall have to go to MyPoemList. I may even share it with friends. the following caused me to laugh out loud (a rare occurrence on PH) [unless I’m reading one o f MY own poems of course]: “And that’s when I was spotted- -clinging to a yellow pine” ……….i’d been wondering if ‘you’ had developed any prehensile capabilities. these lines (the last few words) brought a throaty groan from me. roadkill! ? beautiful in a tragic way. at least mamma won’t (yellow) pine for her kidnapped ‘son’. bri :) p.s. I only regret that I was not the one to write this. really NICE.
pine- -lol. good one. Truth is, I never should have been out during the day.
Great imagination Brian, very different and refreshing read, unexpected end! ! !
Enjoyed this poem and loved the rhyming scheme but the last stanza it a little clunky. If you take out home made second line. and add then to the third then they threw me in a jam packed car filled with noisy junk. It may scan better but its only a suggestion which I hope has not offended because its a great poem
no sincere suggestions will offend me. I think you're right that the last stanza may indeed be clunky- -and I hate messing up the last stanza most of all. however, every line in this poem has fourteen syllables- -but if the last stanza makes you stumble than I have not done my job. I will think about this, and make a few improvements if I can. Thanks for the honesty- -it's exactly what I need. I have no problem altering my poems to make them better, as long as the words are my own. Thank you, paul.
I LOVE THIS ONE TOO! ! I always tell my youngest sons that he was raised in the wild by Orangutans before he came to live with us....I used to make up all kinds of stories about his experiences...but I never thought to write a funny poem about it. ...and the Ker-thud...that poor possum momma!
beautiful write, i enjoyed reading the poem, i like both the poet and the poem, thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments,
Perfect style! I adore regular poems! and appreciate your sense of humour and love remained for people! THANK YOU!
Poor baby possum! I just want to pick him up and snuggle him,