My age is a secret please do not ask,
another year has just flown past,
another grey hair dies on my comb
wonder how long the dye will last.
If I scoff this cake at one sit,
nobody else will get a bit,
all that's left will be the crumbs,
wonder why I have no chums.
Crumbs I give freely to the birds,
for them they give a cheery chirp,
to all and sundry that reads this,
I leave you all with a great burp.
A contest entry
- Got some photos developed I thought a funny poem could come from this picture :) by Beverlynohime.
700 points, ended January 17, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What you fink of my rubbish then?
Comments
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What a gas, and a Happy Birdday to one and all feathered friends.
If we would all consume entire cakes at each birthday, we might not have to suffer through so many...lol. and the birds would just be fat blobs on cloteslines, unable to fly, but happy. ~~Artis
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"....how long the dye will last" heehee Your brilliance outshines your Christmas lights.
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HEHE my grandmother would've loved this poem. Quite cute, never let them know your age
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lol...Thank you for your entry!
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