brand new poem….

on June 13, 2010 in poetry, rhyme, things that have fallen out of barbie's mind.... with 4 comments by

i measure my depth in centimeters….

sometimes i’m as deep as a puddle
and can’t fathom the fathoms you feel.
i’m the wittiest one in the huddle
but none of the ad-libs are real.

the names are all changed to protect me
from the youth that i gave up for lent.
and while it’s designed to deflect you,
the laughs that you pay are not spent.

they’re saved up for when i am lonely.
they’re stored up in brown, paper sacks.
and until i am my “one and only”,
i can barely afford the steep tax.

so i go out to bars in the evenings
and i banter with wit and small puns
’cause i know that the laughs you are leaving
will help when i get low on funds.

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4 comments

  1. Dan
    posted on Jun 13, 2010 at 4:49 PM  |  

    Nice. Real good structure, and just a sweet poem.

    • posted on Jun 13, 2010 at 5:51 PM  |  

      why thank you. : )
      it’s a first draft. i may go back and edit or add, but it just kind of came out. i just pulled the car over and wrote it down.

  2. posted on Oct 15, 2011 at 8:12 AM  |  

    I just came across this one–I like it a lot!

    • Barbie Angell
      posted on Oct 15, 2011 at 6:21 PM  |  

      thank you. : ) after reading it, i remember writing it. i like it a lot better now myself than when i first wrote it. it’s pretty much a first draft. i pulled off the road to write it down so i wouldn’t forget it. i think that’s why Shel Silverstein never drove….he didn’t want to take the chance he’d lose an amazing idea. : )

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