Do your thing

A poem about...

Do your thing

By Jack Ivey

 

Standing on the mountain top

As if a bird on wing

He listened to the echoes

As he shouted “Do your thing”

 

He glanced into the valley

Moving near the edge

He then put on a parachute

And jumped right off the ledge

 

The earth below was spinning

As far as he could tell

He found that it was hard to breathe

The faster that he fell

 

He pulled upon the ripcord

Yet nothing did appear

He tried once more to yank again

His heart encased with fear

 

A farmer who was watching

Saw him hit the ground

He went out to investigate

A hole was all he found

 

He then took out his shovel

And filled it to the brim

For surely there was nothing left

Nothing left of him

 

With two boards he then formed a cross

And tied it tight with string

Then wrote these words upon the wood

It read, “He did his thing”

Author's Note

Just for fun

Reviews

[David Scott]

Sometimes your just dead right!

Great! Just perfect.

[Jack...]

Thanks, I was just having some fun.

[KAOlmsted]

I know for a fact I already read this and I cannot for the life of me figure out why I didn't review...I have connectivity issues sometimes, perhaps I lost my connection before I could post then forgot to come back. I have serious ADD ;-) Thanks for the RR reminder. Because, as I recall, I really liked this the first time I read it, and I really like it the second time, too ;-) You're so good at rhyme that it makes me forget how much I prefer free verse *laugh* Great work with this, Jack...

[Jack...]

Thanks, I like free-verse as well, I just can't seem to grasp it yet, but I will.

[KAOlmsted]

Always my pleasure, sir. Yeah, it can be difficult; a lot of the times a piece of free verse can get away from you, which is why I like to keep mine as structured as I possibly can. Yeah...you'll get it ;-)

[Jack...]

I tried writing one once, but I was chewing gum at the same time and that screwed the whole thing up.

[KAOlmsted]

xD

[Frieda P]

I"m seriously without words to reply to this one, I'm not sure whether to laugh or what....it dazzles with rhyme, then you caught me off guard when you killed the sucker. He did his own thang alright. Sometimes that can get you dead. ;-)

[Jack...]

At least his funeral costs were low. Thanks for commenting.

[Frieda P]

Always looking on the bright side... ;-) My pleasure.

[Marie]

THis shouldn't have been funny. But it was.

[Jack...]

Happy it made you smile

[Panda]

Hahahha hahahaha omg this was amazing! Although I feel bad for the poor guy with a broken parachute. The farmer made this poem really fun to read. :) you're very skilled in writing stories in the form of poetry ^~^

[Jack...]

Thank you, I am happy it made you laugh.

[Mehak Mushtaq]

He then took out his shovel
And filled it to the brim
For surely there was nothing left
Nothing left of him

I love these lines.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much

[Mehak Mushtaq]

Anytime.