For many weeks I searched high and low Among soggy cheese sandwiches Covered with a green dough Under the bed With an amount of trepidation But only found a refugee From some far off Nation I checked every drawer In my very tall chest And found another refugee In a very dirty white vest Behind the sofa Amidst a furore of dust No bottle of love Just a mouldy old pie With a very hard crust I searched the kitchen Though staring evil eyed potatoes And a mountain of old greens Then found it hiding Behind a decrepit tin of beans I drank with a lust Hoping to find my lost mate Then noticed the bottle Was ten years out of date My stomach churned And my blood did boil And next my trousers I really did soil So there is a moral To a sad and lonely tale Stick to the sell by date Or your love life will fail
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
First one for a couple of years, back to a trusted style
It is funny and at the same time sad love story Robert. anyway I am happy you are back to poetry . good job!. Lilly
EXREDNorthumberland, England UKDec 2, 2018
Had to laugh i liked the bundle of life in your ditty hope all goes good for you
yasparkWilliamsville, New York USADec 2, 2018
That reminded me of a story of a thirsty fellow who came to the river when it was dark, found what looked like a jar and drank from it and the water tasted delicious. When he woke up in the morning he noticed a skull full of worms laying nearby. Why bother with expiration dates? Nice poem though, thank you for sharing
Interesting write Rob, with a comical slant and sound advice also. Great to see original C/S poets still posting. I'm on a mission to keep them on page one. Regards Mick.
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on a poem about 10 year old butter.
Lilly
Why bother with expiration dates? Nice poem though, thank you for sharing
Rob
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Rob
Great to see original C/S poets still posting. I'm on a mission to keep them on page one.
Regards Mick.
Kathy