Pigdump's pottery poetry corner
from Pigdump's poetry editor, Agnes Gooch
POEM 127
I'd like to know what makes me tick
The science, the wisdom of every trick
How light can change the day to night
And why we all have nervous fright
I want to end this poem because
I think the meaning's full of scuz
I did it just to fill up space
Not to solve the human race
POEM 459
When you're old
And think you're sweet
Take off your shoes
And smell your feet.
Tomorrow: These boots are made for walkin'.
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