I try writing a serious poem about a relationship break-up
About how gutted I feel
I even get in a few good metaphors
But then it starts going off the rails
The clown in the closet wants to come out and play.
I try to shut him out
But he plants his foot in the door
And before I know it
He’s taken over
pouring out puns, profanities,
double and triple entendres
A real word-acrobat.
The poem’s a mess but he’s having fun.
and so am I.
What the heck!
We horse around a little then get into it.
I just can’t help myself.
2 thoughts on “I Just Can’t Help Myself”
Don’t stop writing poems, please!
Have a real good week. Bye till next time.
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Don’t worry, Neil. I won’t. I just can’t help myself, remember ? 🙂 you have a good week too