For today's poem, I want you to write a poem about something missing. It can be about an actual physical object or something you just can't put your finger on (like "love" or "the spirit of Christmas" or something).
Joe Schmo
There once were a feller, Joe,
who had fewer brains than dough.
He opened his yap,
foot into the trap:
he lost way more than his toe.
For more on A Poem a Day, go to Poetic Asides.
Poor Joe.
ReplyDeleteyikes!
ReplyDeletefunny stuff, though :)
OUCH!!!
ReplyDeleteSorta reminds me of the WOOZ scarecrow!
Hurray for limerick!
ReplyDeleteOUCH!
ReplyDeleteSounds like he was a politician.
ReplyDeleteHe put his foot in it good and proper!
ReplyDeleteWell he is missing something now.
ReplyDeleteCharming.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, I think most people fitting Joe's description become superstars in the media.
Nessa, if I come over there, can we meet?
ReplyDeleteI had no idea you knew Joe! Boy that guy sure gets around well for a gimp!
ReplyDeleteNoe Noe: Don’t feel sorry for Joe. He never learns.
ReplyDeleteJuliana: We all know Joe, though.
Melli: He must be bendy; D
Doug: Yes, we love our limericks.
Jay: I have a Band-Aid.
Tom: You figured it out.
Maggie: And couldn’t get it out.
Dr. John: Maybe several sometings.
Weirsdo: Tricky named woman – your name messes with my dyslexia. They become Mega-famous.
Jenn: You snuck in on me. I will email you.
Quilly: He’s not quite as famous as the infamous Bob, though.