Poet-holic

by The Po whet   May 10, 2012


They claim their wine matures with age,
but my poetry sweetens word by word.
they drown themselves in their bottles,
while I sit buoyed in poetry anaesthesia.

they stagger home mumbling their mumbo-jumbo's,
as I stride home whistling poetic hymns.

they shout to the barman
"Another round "
while I search my "brain -bar" for
"another word".

I give in
"barman what took you so long?
my poetry just lost it's flow".

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  • 3 months ago

    by Grace Muthoni

    Sumptuous

  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Oh fun is this unique poem!! I read this three times and just was blown away by the creative touch and forms of expression...
    I too am a poetic holic--- The way the author describes the details in the pub mixing intoxication with poetry was absolutely mind blowing creative...
    and then to end it at the end with such a fun and humoristic way is just awesome!!! The ending was explosive and cute along with funny- "My poetry just lost it's flow"... Really a wonderful poem and I enjoyed this piece! Well done Sesom Obmesa

  • 11 years ago

    by Phase

    Hahaha - wow, this was really amusing - and SO clever! How'd you come up with such a cool poem?! ;D

    That last line, Haha Epic piece!

    Great work :3

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Excellent piece. It's true, poets are drunk on words^^

  • 11 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    I must first of all say you have a really nice title for this piece and it never disappointed as i read it. Your use of words here is very creative in that this is really you drunk with poetry..lol..You have amazed me in this and i nominated this piece. Great work.

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