A poem which starts out calm but becomes angrier and louder as it heads to it's conclusion!


KEYS

Where are the keys
to let me in?
Where are the keys,
Where to begin.
I had them just
an hour before.
Now I can't find them
any more.
I can't believe
they're friggin' lost.
The inconvenience,
and the cost.
The bastards can't
just disappear.
I'm sure I put them
over here.
And what d'you mean,
"they'll turn up soon".
Are you some type
of frickin' loon?
I've more chance of flying,
to the moon in a rocket.

Silly old bastard.
They,re in my pocket.



Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-11-07 at 18:10

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BlueyedSoul
Can I just say, I Love your style! And this poem is no exception...I can so greatly can identify lol
going to my faces stevelee
this one is priceless lol
~Blue
2006-11-09


oddbird
oh how i laughed. this has happened to us all at some point. brilliantly illustrated here. excellent write, Cheryl x
2006-11-07


la tristesse
Hahaha! that sounds just like me!!! I never remember where i park the car either, i'm always convinced it's been nicked! very well written and very funny!
x
2006-11-07