Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween, everyone. Today's bad poem doesn't have a Halloween theme, and there are two reasons for this. The first is that writing a Halloween poem on Halloween is just a little too unoriginal, as I believe it's been done many times in the past. The second reason is that I didn't actually write this poem today. I wrote it a little earlier in the month when I had some free time.

So, to ask (and answer) an obvious question in the form of a rhyming couplet,
If this is not a Halloween poem, what is it about?
I don't really know, myself. Read it and find out.

And now, without any further delay, here is today's non-Halloween bad poem:

Morons pounding on my door
keep me up at night.
My friends don't like me anymore.
They only want to fight.

The kids across the street from me
are playing on the grass.
I gaze into the troubled sea
and watch the hours pass.

My neighbors flee their cages
and scurry toward the hills.
It's been like this for ages
but still gives me the chills.

I leave my house without a sound
and float up to a cloud.
The children see me from the ground
and cry my name out loud.

I'll never know what underlies
this life I can't defend.
I close my heart and shut my eyes
and wait for it to end.

See you next week, everybody!