Monday, 13 July 2020

5069 - Tomorrow has come (again)

Yesterday’s poem was about today 
Although it had to be called tomorrow 
That’s because yesterday was called today
Yesterday, and today was tomorrow 
Are repeated rhymes still rhymes?  I don’t know 
Obviously a word must rhyme with itself 
But it’s cheating, inspiration is slow 
If that’s all I can choose from the great wealth 
Of available words on my bookshelf 
Today was another grey summer’s day 
At lunchtime a long walk to the bank, so
I could pay two and a half grand, myself 
Having no worries it would go astray 
But they messed up! Got wet for nothing. Doh!

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