Somebody Slap Me

shake it up

 

Somebody Slap Me

feeling sorry for myself

whinning like a baby

need to shake it loose

won't somebody slap me

need to think about good things

all the times you made me happy

all the times you made me laugh

won't somebody slap me

get my head out of my butt

it's way too dark to see

inside there is not a pretty place

won't somebody slap me

need a rectal cranial inversion

or some other thing to make me see

need another type of diversion

won't somebody slap me

count my blessings one by one

should take a day or three

find some happy tunes in my jukebox

won't somebody slap me

do the hokey pokey turn myself around

give out some kisses they're free

make a positive statement

won't somebody slap me

stand on the corner with a tin cup

got something to hide me and my monkey

well at least now he's off my back

won't somebody slap me

the sunflower made my garden smile

too bad it had to fade away from me

need to plant new seeds of my own

won't somebody slap me

Gomer LePoet...

Reviews

[JB Murray]

Gomer... you never, and I do mean "never" fail to amuse and enlighten!

[Jeff]

I love your poems. It's a serious subject but done in a way that brings a smile to your face.

[Alicia Schroeder]

lol, quirky and fun write.. Keep it possative.. :)

[cfix]

LOL, This is way to cute such an enjoyable read as well. I like get your head out of my butt. LOL

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. My favorite line is "Man up." Someday all of us need to be slaps and told to man up. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Dupree]

As always Gomer your creative as ever. You have never written a bland poem and for that I am grateful. I read your works and start smiling and laughing, so thank you Gomer

[Liza]

lol - i love the way your logical mind knows when your emotions are running rampant....creative and funny - you speak about the heart of your matters :)

[?]

Gosh, and while sombodies slapping you tell them to slap me to

I know the feeling all to well Mr. Gomer

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in ...lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. ~ William Shakespeare ~