Just Whistle

I was under the bed searching for tomorrow
When the mirror suddenly said to me
“Here’s looking at you kid”
And the room was filled with morning fog
It was really the kettle continuously boiling
So I went to the kitchen and I asked the kettle
“Do you know how to whistle?”
But she looked at me, all kind of steamed up
Then said “just put my cap on and I'll blow”
So I decided to put on my over sized grey coat
And became lost in the lengths of life's extremities




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-17 at 12:59

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you ken d williams and Thomas DeFreitas for the applauds :)
2019-01-22


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Jaunty and vivid, lots of good imagery to latch onto!
2019-01-18