And So

Rocket’s on the Launch Pad.
Want a club on toast.
And a job with no master;
This topic’s better than most.
Watchit! Watchit!
He’s got out the good stuff.
But, I’m not all together sure
That one glass’ll be enough.
Don’t need no grammarian.
And so…nah, no timer neither.
Just get me out front;
I won’t need a breather.
Green card…yellow card…
There’s the red!
Why is my Evaluator weeping?
Oh jeez, I’m so dead!
Again with the crossed arms…
Along with ers, ums, and an ah.
Yes, but, did you like the speech?
No? Well, la-di-dah!
; )

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on June 12, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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