Stupidly bad poem thread..

I was a fish
Stuck in a dish
Swimming round and round

The cat came in and ate me up
In future I will swim in a cup

 

A single Rose



A drop of red,

A drop of death,

A drop of blood,

A single red rose.



A drop of a tear,

A drop of sadness,

A drop of the soul,

A single white rose.



A ray of sun,

A drop of courage,

A drop friendship,

A single yellow rose.



A drop of shyness,

A drop of courisioty,

A drop of childhood,

A single pinch rose.



Each means something in their own way,

Each made of a little bit of all of us,

Each with love among their leaves,

Each representing a meaning in our lives.

 

i call this one Yeast

Yeast, oh yeast,
why ist thou art east?
yeasty, yeasty,
why are we so beasty?
you are alive as well,
though we cannot really tell,
we cook you in our bread,
we boil your miniscule head,
yeast, yeast,
why ist thou art yeast?