As the recipient of a “Worst Poetry Award”, I feel it my duty and obligation to again set fingers upon keyboard and try again on this Gather Appreciation Day. Please be kind, this poem comes truly from the heart….LOL!!
Gather’s online radiance blushes as a shining banana, budding moribund as a bull thistle in the uncontaminated expectation of prickles.
My ears hear your online beckoning song, always singing in my head as
A siren’s song, tugging, luring, as a duckbilled platypus calling for its mate.
Gather evenings descend, gliding in on gigantic wings of gibberish.
I am comforted by my connections, offering help, listening to my ramblings and find encouragement.
I am filled with happiness, laughter and smiles, hoping that I may do the same for others by leaving pleasing comments.
As my big toe falls from the old slipper under my desk, it reminds me of your many popsicle orange boxes.
In the quiet of my home computer station, I eavesdrop for the last nuclear bomb of the day.
There are none, for today is Gather Appreciation Day, a day that will live on in infamy.
My heated fingers leap to the keyboard, writing words of silliness, respect, encouragement and humor this day.
Alas a new day dawning, for the morrow, I hope as today, a perfect, peaceful Utopia.
In the meantime I caper around Gather, connecting as one, mind to mind, in search of one magnificent article, hoping there’s a Pulitzer out there somewhere.
PS. GATHER, I LOVE YOU.
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Comments: 26
This is great Lynn
Funny, Lynn.
This definitely needs a warning Lynn.
You definitely deserve 10 Stars because this is the worst of the worst I have ever read. This is definitely an original as no one else could write something this funny/bad. Straight from the heart, no less. It really made me cry. (From Laughter and tears streaming down my cheeks.) I am sure Gather Staff will appreciate your poetry to its fullest. Hey, maybe it will even get featured on the Feature Page!
Love you, my dear friend.
Everyone - Thanks sooooo much for commenting on my silly lil poem, it was fun to do and if it drew a smile, that was my intention.
I once heard a fine jazz singer, Carol Sloane, do a whole song perfectly flat. About ten people in the audience were in mostly silent convulsions, the rest obviously not tuned in fully. Oh, well, why does this come to mind?
"Gather evenings descend, gliding in on gigantic wings of gibberish." Made of the same non-airworthy material as those yucky gag tarantulas, I'm sure.
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