A Poem by dicey jones

when I was fourteen




When I was fourteen

Still learning what it means

To be a teen

I decided to woo a lady



It was so severe

She said I couldn’t speak

That my passion was weak

For the first time

My future looked bleak



I decided to use a different technique

I wrote on a paper with such mystique

That the next day she said

“U’re blessed and unique”



Now that I am at my peak

All the ladies are dying

To have a sneak

Into my next leak



I’m feeling like havoc

It will be a wreak

When I stop writing

I must get back to speaking



Guess I must never stop

Writing then

I take only a break

Because I have to go

Find a drink to brew

And lots of popcorn to chew

© 2013 dicey jones

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Added on July 19, 2013
Last Updated on July 19, 2013
Tags: crazy, write, reflective, ME.


dicey jones
dicey jones

Aboki, Nigeria

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