the magpie

this was my first poem..... i dunno what you think of it...

i was sitting near a mallow

when a magpie came to me

it had some note with it

tied safe on its neck

i watched the jocund bird

and took the note away

that  was from my friend 

staying far away

i tied a posy on its neck

and send the magpie back

with the pace of time 

our friendship gained its strength

again came the magpie

with a letter each time

again came a day 

with its yellow bright sun

i was near the phlox

waiting for the note

the magpie came to me

and gave me the note

but the loquacious magpie

was in a malice

and returned to its master

without a cute jingle

i opened up the note

it wasn't a jocose one

lieu was a kibosh

to my jocund, jocose life

it impaled through me

when a gore dropped down

its just my kismet

and who else to blame

it was like a piquet

i failed to end in draw

it was a gory war

in which he had incised me he threw a pinnacle

which impaled through me

how can he become a lout

and send me out

may this be a limerick

but this is my life

Author's Note

my first poem composed at the age of 14