I'm not sure if this is considered grave-digging, but I just remembered one of the first poems I ever wrote:
The Hobo from Togo
When I lived in Togo Togo Togo
I met a hobo hobo hobo
He said his name was Billy Billy Billy
I said his name was silly silly silly
Then he kicked me kicked me kicked me
In my knee knee knee
Then he ran ran ran
Away from me me me
That hobo hobo hobo
From Togo Togo Togo
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And my most recent poem:
The Peanut Poem
I walked into the kitchen
I was hungry for a snack
So I opened up the peanut jar
And then stuck in my hand
I grabbed some with one hand
And took them by the handful
I don't bother shelling them
I always eat them whole
There isn't a person I know
That dislikes these small legumes
It's impossible not to like them
Everyone likes them, I assume
I know that it sounds funny
To eat the peanut shell
I don't care what you think
I like the flavor well
So don't tell me I'm weird
Or eat the shell I can't
Isn't completely obvious
That I'm part elephant?
So, that's my peanut poem
I'm afraid that I must go
I'm going to eat my peanuts
Because I love them so.
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Yeah, I know some of the words got redundant in that poem, but my mind was just sort of blank...... Speaking of blank, I wrote a poem with that title:
Blank
My mind is blank
My mind is numb
I cannot think
I must be dumb
Why does this
Happen to me?
I try to write
I can't even rhyme
See?
This poem is short
So's my brain
I'm being dull
This is insane
I think that's all
There's nothing to write
Goodbye for now
Until next time.