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Hungry and Confused

I had to post this one.. It was co-authored with a good friend of mine Aaron McSharry, a man of many talents. What was funny about this one, was that it was written during a lazy night over Facebook. And, as many of you would comment; we're not your average social network users!

Additionally, I love that side to poetry. The side that gives you the opportunity not only to write poetry by yourself but with someone else. It makes it a whole lot funner and possibly even more entertaining. Imagination is key in this one..

It would be hardly right to conclude without mentioning, this one's in loving memory of Julie.

Hungry and Confused

I am hungry and confused,
And very bemused..
By the lack of food
I find in the fridge

The food was all missing..
Out of the kitchen
No one accused
And Aaron was very very confused

Julie had ate it
And she did regret it
As Aaron put her with the dust monster
Into the loft....

Aaron was chuffed
As his arms were tightly cuffed
By the cops that took him to the attic door
to have hostages no more..

Joanne came to the rescue
Opened the invisible window
She let in a breeze,
Rising the dust..

Which made everyone sneeze :D

Ahh choo...!



3rd August 2011
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