So, I’m not a poet or a writer of short stories. I gravitate towards novels and screenplays, which are generally easier for me to utilize.
However, I’ve randomly written some random pieces of poetry over the last couple of days. I’m amused by them, and there is no deeper meaning to find in them.
September 30, 2017
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The stories in my head
Want to fall in love with you.
October 1, 2017
There was a crime scene in my backyard.
The poor rat did not see it coming.
I have zero suspects and few leads.
But Otis the Orange is looking pleased.
October 2, 2017
Henry the Gray abhors loud noises.
The Big Green Truck has them in spades.
While cowering in his hiding space,
Henry the Gray shouts, “Not this day!”
And then naps for ten hours.