One of the best things about posting poetry is getting to read through a bunch of really good poems trying to find just the right one. Today's comes from "Stroll of Poets: the 1998 Anthology".
Lunch Bag
by Gordon McRae
Somebody
drove over my lunchbag
and I don't know about you
but
when somebody
drives over my lunchbag
it makes me feel
really blue
The sandwich looks
like a really thin book
with pictures
of pickles and cheese
The apple
is nothing but applesauce
and the banana
like some weird disease
I don't like it
when they
drive over my lunchbag
It makes me feel
really frail
And that's why
I pack in my lunch bag
A bunch of
tire-popping nails
I can totally relate as I have had my 'lunch bag' driven over a time or two and have also learned to pack nails. Have a great weekend!
Ha ha! Now this is my type of poetry. ;)
ReplyDeleteCan't say it is my type of poetry ;)
ReplyDeleteWell, can't please all the people all the time.
ReplyDeleteOh my, I really love the ending because I'm convinced anyone who steps over a lunch bad is a closet ogre.
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