the Deckchair Poem

This poem was meant to be a glorious thing,

To really take off, even sprout wings

But somewhere, somehow it took a wrong turn,

The vision got lost, the fuel failed to burn

So I switched phrases furiously, here and there

Sentences too, to give it more zest, flair

But I saw it wasn’t working, I began to panic,

It was like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.

21 thoughts on “the Deckchair Poem

  1. John!

    The Titanic sunk, but your poem didn’t stunk.
    Ok, that doesn’t work, and that’s why you’re the poet and I’m not.
    Great rhythm, really enjoyed. 😀
    Have a great weekend,


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