I'm not the tall drinking glass
I'm just the little shot
Some people think I'm brass
Others think I'm rot.
~
On my desk there is no clutter
I write what comes to mind
Some think it's in the gutter
Others think it's in my behind.
~
The difference between some
and the ones I call the others
Is like jelly on a bun
and bread and peanut smother...
butter.
~
I was'nt the brightest dunce in class
but I've dulled down to dim
Some would say what was that
Others catch it on a whim.
~
When serious I can be wise
When funny, you tell me
Some people make those ties
Others hurry to get free
~
The difference between some
and the ones I call the others
Is like jelly on a bun
and bread and peanut smother...
butter.
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list






