Sunday, April 8, 2007

Help a brotha out


A funny [not haha] poem that kind of rhymes but with bad rhythm and repeating rhymes, which doesn't make a LOT of sense. But I felt like blogging and it popped out.




When I meandered on tip toe

Threw gardens I didn’t know

Picking raspberries right from the bush

Getting out of there in a rush


The neighbors decided they

Didn’t like me, sent me away

But I loved the berries far too much

So I came back to pick in a rush


The problems they all got solved

When my mother smartly resolved

To plant a bush for only me

Right beside our apple tree


I could eat berries all the day

Until about the 11th of may

When I will go to bars instead

Of picking raspberries behind the shed.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ahahaha. Two things made me laugh outloud. Realizing you tried to rhyme bush and rush...and then I said bUsh out loud (like rush..how do I explain this in typing??). Then I laughed again when you turned an innocent childlike poem about raspberries into you becoming a bar star. Berecca.