When She Was Around (Terrible Poetry Contest)

This week Chelsea directs us to write some terrible poetry that is, “A humorous end to a useful object. Irony is encouraged.”

(Disclaimer: there are a lot of things in the world that don’t follow the thought that we should avoid certain actions and language that others might find offensive. I agree with the thought that our words are important and that we should speak (and think) to others as we’d want to be spoken to; this terrible poem does not subscribe to that belief.)

When She Was Around

When she was around she did lots of useful stuff, sometimes did it in the buff.

Did some cooking and some cleaning;
I never did totally get her meaning.
Thoughts were dull and sort of unstudied.
Conversations were often somewhat muddied.

I probably shouldn’t have said anything because she was nice to have around.

One day in June she said, “Goodbye”.
I smiled and grabbed the remote ‘cuz it was nearby
You woulda thought I’d have felt a little blue
but in fact I sort of felt brand new.

I was alone, read and listened to some P-Funk,
found it wasn’t so bad, who woulda thunk.