Monday, February 1, 2010

a poem i made up just now. it's definitely free verse.

i'm in tim hortons
with marissa
she says something about something
[and it makes me feel old]

i groan
loudly
and lament
"UGH, i am getting so old
i'm almost twenty-three!"

if looks could kill,
the fifty-something year old lady
sitting directly behind marissa
would've murdered me
with her death-ray eyes
as she furrowed her face
into a mushy brown banana frown

i need to learn to use my inside voice.

4 comments:

Jen Glen said...

See the furrow on the face of the just-turned-30-year-old too!

elena (a.k.a. suzy) said...

but i was talking to a 13 year old...
i didn't mean old OLD old, i meant old compared to a 13 year old old.

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