Life’s a fiddle in the middle.

Met a girl called Hope.
She asked me
what my name was.
I introduced myself.
My name is
“I don’t care!”
There goes Hope.

Met a girl called Chance.
I told her my name was
“I don’t gamble.”
It was then
I had no Chance.

Met a girl called Beginning
Told her my name was End.
Somewhere in the middle
we’re still together.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks for another smile Andrew. You do witty so well. Have a good week.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Chris and you too.

[emmajoygreen]

CLEVER, very -- says it all in one short, witty poem, sir!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much em

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the way you describe hope and chance and yet it was the beginning that created a middle and an end

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Poetic Beauty for stopping by and for a nice review.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome my poetic friend

[Ted Kniffen]

Met a girl named Ruth...took her for a ride on my motorbike...I hit a bump and rode on ruthlessly.

This is one of those delightful little ditties that we need more of...at least you found someone you could meet in the middle.

A fun write, Andrew.

[barleygirl]

Your sense of adventure, when it comes to following weird thoughts & turning these into playful ditties, I very much envy. You could teach a course on being playful, irreverent, illogical, & irresistible (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Margie, they are cartoonish to an extent but most serious writers would condemn these pieces lol. as not proper as you can see by my heaps of reviews lol! But they are fun.

[barleygirl]

Screw the poetry police! *wink! wink!*