The Humour Club discussion

While some of my poetry is deeper and introspective, most of my writing leans toward the humourous side...

The Sock

Is there anything lonelier than discarded clothing?
A sign of disappointment, of rejection, of loathing
Threadbare and stained, no fight left within
Wondering what events caused this great sin
Did you wear out your welcome, what did you do?
Was it a weakness of cotton that allowed the big toe to come through?
Was it your owner’s odd gait that wore through the heel?
Taking the blame, how did that feel?
Was your partner discarded or saved for another
Pair that shares the same fate and just the right color?

LOL! I may be forced to dredge up my old poe-try skills :D

Sounds good. Here's another:

When writing Haiku
When do you get to the point
Of not counting fing
(@#%*!)

Leon wrote: "Sounds good. Here's another:

When writing Haiku
When do you get to the point
Of not counting fing
(@#%*!)"

ROFL! I wonder... I guess you'd eventually internalize the rhythm.

Maybe.