Monday, June 1, 2009

four unrelated stanzas

It doesn't mean a thing
If I have no song to sing
I have a cup to drink
As I filled it from a sink

Today's the first of June
And I did not bring a spoon
I used a fork on my break
A cup of yogurt I did take

I'm sitting on my chair
I need to comb my hair
I'll look so nice and neat
When folks I meet and greet

And now I'm almost through
I'm not so sad and blue
I've had a little fun
And now this poem's done