Amoeba (Dani)

I feel compelled to write a poem
A poem one of a kind
It concerns my best friend Dani
And the things that come to mind

But first here’s a disclaimer
Attending to myself
I haven’t slept in four days
And my sanity has run out

So here I was thinking about Dani
While my concentration wanes
I recall colour coordination
Is strong within her veins

So far I have written three stanzas
I’ve completely lost my flow
I think I am getting frustrated
My head is all over the show

Metallica Metallica Metallica
That was her favourite band
One and Enter Sandman
Badges on her satchel band

Bourbon and the flat parties
Schnapps and champagne too
It does seem pretty civilised
If only they all knew

Okay now I’m insanely sad
About how bad my writing is
I inserted a personal pronoun
But I don’t even know who “they” is

And still I rhyme “is” and “is”
Hey I am extremely creative!
A lost skill made up for by Dani
With paper dot essays and narrative

Mister Chocquette – is that how you spell it?
And bitch teacher Mrs Colqhohohdquoen…
Eating of paper and paper ball wars
Made up the History monsoon


Graffiti in various colours
Screwed up our lungs for a day
Tributes to everything under the sun
Maybe to my parents’ dismay

The Rubik’s Cube is a new one
Three by three four by four five
And a seemingly easy two one
Can cost even smart men some time

Invisible pool balls and rooms full of pipes
Man is that some good stuff
Maybe if you just keep jumping
You can knock yourself out on the light!

I still feel quite disappointed
I’ve run out of words in my mind
I think I’ll just have to end this here
I love you Dani – till next time!