I rose grumpy from bed,
the petals tickled my head.
The dog’s bark from the tree
has messed up my settee.
I reached for the ring,
this damn phone never stops.
If it wasn’t for that
I’d already be at the shops.
The mirror reflects
the state of my hart.
These animals in here
are impeding my art.
It just isn’t fair
this dark hare of mine.
My hope is it will
turn grey over time.
I’m in no mood for my mourning.
Another one dead.
I shouted not of my upset
but disgust instead.
I headed down to the kitchen.
I opened the door.
I took a bow from the corner.
I have archery at four.
A quick snack though first.
I cut ham by the length.
That sandwich was good,
it mustered my strength.
Now on into town.
I can’t bear this reign.
Anti-monarchy stickers
adorn my new pane.
I passed by the church.
No clergy in sight.
None is unusual,
it just isn’t right.
The vicars a bugger.
He preys on the weak.
Just one more offence,
he’ll be in front of the beak.
No Tall Stories 
July 14th, 2012 at 10:06 am
Great Indeed. As spellings won of my many week points it took me a couple of reeds
July 17th, 2012 at 10:24 am
Cheers man!
July 14th, 2012 at 10:02 pm
I love homonyms. Wonderful!
July 17th, 2012 at 10:24 am
Thank you Toasha!
July 17th, 2012 at 2:33 am
Sheer pleasure to read! ~Deborah
July 17th, 2012 at 10:24 am
Thanks a lot Deborah!
July 17th, 2012 at 4:51 am
wow, this was really clever!
What thoughts did you have while writing this poem might I ask?
It’s some interesting content indeed.
July 17th, 2012 at 10:25 am
Haha! Trying to write and think in homonyms took me to some dark places…
July 17th, 2012 at 11:01 pm
yeah, writing does that to you sometimes 😛
as long as you find the light again! 🙂
July 19th, 2012 at 8:49 am
take your flashlight to those dark places…this was pretty cool
August 3rd, 2012 at 8:34 am
I love this stuff – at first you’re thinking ‘WTF?’ and then the penny drops…