Category: Poetry

The summer is hotThe days are at their longestTime for us to playThe autumn cools downDays shorten the tree leaves fallTime for us to shedThe winter is coldThe nights are at their longestTime for us to restThe spring will heat upDays lengthen the trees flowerTime for us to bloom I want to type butthe easiest…

Poetry is easyWhen you realise it has no form-I went to Capers last nightand the bar tender wore a soccer topThe team was fakebut the sponsors were realThe top was newbut it looked second handIt gavethe hipsters and the Greeksbeing serveddifferent things to smile about-Hell is a commuteon a trainhalf full of teenagerson school holidays-Οι…