SO WHAT AM I GOOD AT
I cannot make the time,Although I think it's
Hidden in this rhyme.
When I walk into a room,
Don't have the power,
To make a flower bloom.
Then again if you please,
I couldn't even,
Command a sneeze.
Or clean my glasses,
With an oily rag.
Or fight my way,
Out of a paper bag.
There is something I'm good at,
I really must confess.
I'm really good at making,
An awful mess.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-09-13 at 13:17
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