It’s An Ode, So To Speak…
I don’t write poetry normally. As writing/scribbling/doodling goes, it’s not my strong suit. I’ve written all of 2 poems in my life, …and this is my second.
Farewell to thee, the blossom of youth,
Errant of soul, fragrant of flowers,
Sheveled, feckful, innocuous, couth,
gainly and gaumy; righteous upon the hour.
Thy kingdom cleansed of signs of hell
thine yacht has sailed to the Isle of Id
Look not back to thy towering success
’tis but a dream of deeds gone unbid
When ultimately thine remembrance comes,
Recall then thou were’st once young, dumb,
and full of cum.