Poetry Fun

Not all poetry is deep, about a soul-mate or what it feels like to suffer the death of a loved one. And thank goodness, or we'd all be crying our hearts out each time we wanted to read something more lyrical. Here's a poem about the silliness of the English language to end the month of April on a light note (or rhyme ;).

Foolish Questions

American Folk Rhyme adapted by William Cole

Where can a man buy a cap for his knee? 

Or a key for the lock of his hair? 

And can his eyes be called a school? 

I would think-there are pupils there!

What jewels are found in the crown of his head,

And who walks on the bridge of his nose? 

Can he use, in building the roof of his mouth, 

The nails on the ends of his toes? 

Can the crook of his elbow be sent to jail-

If it can, well, then,what did it do? 

And how does he sharpen his shoulder blades? 

I'll be hanged if I know-do you? 

Can he sit in the shade of the palm of his hand, 

And beat time with the drum in his ear? 

Can the calf of his leg eat the corn on his toe? 

There's somthin' pretty strange around here!

For Fun

Here's a short poem I wrote a while ago just for fun (be aware, it's bad). It doesn't even have a title...

Who are you to say he's not real,

this fine fellow from my field of dreams? 

He has fears, hopes, desires, 

same as you and me.

He struggles and learns,

has eyes, hair and teeth, 

not to mention a brawny bod. 

Just because I wrote him into existence, 

doesn't mean he doesn't breathe, live. 

He's out there waiting for me, 

this fair fiction fellow of mine. 

Anyone agree with me? Do those male characters just seem so real, perhaps too real, at times? If you're bored or sick of studying, go write a fun, short poem and tell us about it. Or, if you can't write one, then read one.