Monday, August 11, 2008

Give a man a cup of tea
and ask for conversation
and you will get, I think, like me,
wide eyed consternation.

He's horrified
He'd rather'v died
back while the tea was steeping.
You'll hear the sighs;
You'll see his eyes
close while he pretends he's sleeping.

This same sweet guy,
I cannot lie,
will wake before the sun
and work nonstop
around the clock--
he will not be outdone.

2 comments:

Art and Poetry said...

Nice poem and very original I am looking for poetry links, would you like a link?

Bye!

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks for the offer! Your blog is now on my link list!

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