Encouraged by the nice response to my poem, I've penned another. This poem is inspired by Roo's absence from my life lately. He spent last week in Tucson measuring rocks or something and will spend this week in Houston at some kind of info session with Exxon--he applied for a job with them. Anyway, the important point is that he is there and not here with me. I've tried to convey my sense of woe with the following ode:
Ode to Roo
Dear Roo, I love you,
When you're not here,
I feel like poo.
6 comments:
That was much better than your first poem.
Why Annie, what a lovely and poignant thought. Thank you for sharing. :-D
Mark is out of town and you've inspired me to plagiarize...
Dear Mark, you are my spark
and when you're gone I want to bark...
forget it, I'm not nearly as good as you.
Nice. Very nice.
You've obviously been reading a lot of Sylvia Plath.
What an elegant way to put it...Hey, life with the folks and pets isn't all bad.
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