I was going through my laptop deleting old crap, I came across this poem I wrote about a friend who died.
The days are dragging on now, its nearly been a yearWe're sat at home all thinking 'lets all shed one last tear'You are missed like mad by all your mates life’s just not the sameYet other s go by without a blink and thinks its all a gameWe wake at night all thinking this shit is just a dreamIt's not, you're gone were left behind insight of this bad sceneHope you ‘re resting well in heaven with the big man ‘G’ himselfAnd you best look out for us up there and keep us in good health.
Anyway It then made me remember about a poem I wrote as a kid which actually got published in a book.
Every year at our primary school there would be this thing where we all handed in poems and then for our age groups over Cambridgeshire selectones were chosen to be published in a book which could then be bought buy parents, possibly for charity I can't quite remember.
Penguins penguins all around
Penguins slide along the ground
Penguins eat lots of fish
But penguins dont have a dish.
I was only a little kid but look at the words, how they work well together, the way it tells a story and all that jazz (bahaha I jest it sucked).
Was just curious if any of you lot out there have talent with poetry?