Out of Words | April 24, 2012

I’m running out of words,
My word-bag’s nearly empty
I used to have a plethora
I used to have so… plenty

The words would tumble out of me
I’d carpet rooms and halls
With baskets full of verbiage
And paste them on the walls

But life can play some rotten tricks
You wake up one fine day
And all your words have leaked out
And they’ve up and run away

I used them on the Internet
And filled up stacks of floppies
I can’t get floppies on this thing
They’re dead.
I’ll scatter poppies.


  1. I had this problem over the weekend – was as though all the useful and intriguing words had run off together to Butlins without me!

    Comment by hollyannegetspoetic — April 24, 2012 @ 11:02 pm

    • Thanks for your empathic comment. Butlins would be a nice change, though. 🙂

      Comment by rednax20 — April 25, 2012 @ 9:57 am

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