Every half an hour passes
sometimes more, sometimes less
I am saddened and miss you
such heart wrenching distress
Alright, a tad melodramatic.
it is what I admit.
but anything to ensure not to be
like the peppers Peter piper picked
forgotten by number
only known because of their harvest
not because of their bounty or lack,
but because of Peter's arrest.
Anything to ensure
My words will not dim.
Because of their number
Or for some stranger's whim.
Was this a waste of time?
It is humorous, this thing I did.
For who sings bout the peppers
Peter Piper picked.
Writer's Snippet: ok, utterly random poem, but if it made you smile, It has done it's job. I was kind of laughing all the way through, so.:)
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The Quiet Song
PoesíaDedicated to some who remind me to smile. :) This is a now completed book on friendship (which I hope is never terminated.) Please enjoy.:) Again, a perfect artpiece by @LukeHochrein....
