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A Strange Day
Michael Michaels
A Strange Day
Till the cows come home and we all spew
And so we call it all a day ...
And turn real blue
So here I sit, without a chair.
codfish smell bad on market day
he was amazed at the length of her beautiful black hair
Bleep the burly cow.
We drank away the best part of the day
but it doesn't bring us any closer to the violent bow
vicariously asleep and tired with time
But the baying was many miles away,
and i waste your valuable time.
A strange day
can lap at the toes of the mighty and wise,
The answer is simple: use pre-fired clay.
You can soar as the sun will rise
Michael Michaels has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Michael's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Michael's latest works: