Is it a bird, no it's a verb.

Is it a bird, no it's a verb.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

With nouns strangled
by their own adjectives,
verbs were flying 
across the cranial room
to their pending doom
in total disarray...
sentenced to death.
It was a write
of shortcomings
with verses of failure,
but it had artistic merit.
The write was different:
nouns could die,
verbs could fly
in a short shelf life.
It was titled:
If only pigs could fly.

© 2021 andrew mitchell

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This is delightfully fun & whimsical, with great rhyming & mind-popping possibilities. I've been told my adjectives are a little out of control . . . and I was thinking how Bad Bunny sometimes has an alliteration fixation . . . we poets have our trick bowling bowls that gutter-out with our habitual crutches, huh? *smile* Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago

well, you knew I would be attracted to this write bee ing the Inglish teecher.

thank you.

Posted 1 Month Ago

andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

I had you in mind Jacob with this write lol.:)

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Added on January 23, 2021
Last Updated on January 23, 2021


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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