A selection of very old poems.

Day 132

Having a bad day yesterday I decided to look in my happy box of things I have collected over the years, stupid cards, funny photos and the odd poem. At the bottom of the box I came across a half filled book of poems I must have written when I was still a teen.

So I have decided to share one. I have edited a bit better than it was written in the book.

It looks like I seem to be obsessed with bodily things back then as well

Poem 1
In the bottom of a loo
Is a turd, I'll call him Hugh
Poor old Hugh is all alone
No one to reach him on the phone
No one there, no one to play
All his chums were flushed away


Poem 2
My thoughts are crazy
My thoughts are insane
I need a hoover
To suck out my brain

Poem 3

This poem is mad but very close to me as I wrote it the day before my best friend went back to south Africa. Yes Megan I am talking about you. I think I may have been drunk that night and starving.

Sad I sit alone wishing I was free again
My branches feeling the winds and air
Blowing though my leafy hair
Then without warning I was hacked apart
And turned into a table.