Poetry by Scorpian
FRUITLESS
an original poem by Scorpion
As I sat down to write my po-em
I found out that it is impossible to grow-em.
I ran words through my brain
And suffered an awful lot of strain
It finally came to me
That there is more to writing poetry
Than simply spending a little time
Trying to make a stream of words rhyme.
There must be a special place inside
where words and thoughts collide.
Maybe someday again I'll try,
But until then I'll say goodbye.
MY HUSBAND - THE POET
an original poem by Antonova to her husband, Scorpion
My husband just thinks he's a poet.
He gets an "A" plus for his pluck.
If he writes one - I promptly will show it.
But 'til then - I say - "Don't press your luck."
