I'm sorry with cheese.
I'll learn Flatley's foot-tap
If it'll put you at ease.
I'm a sorry piece of sushi
I'm a sorry mushed banana.
I'll commission a sorrowful song
Composed by Santana.
I'm a remorseful hand-stand
I'm a remorseful karate chop.
I'll repent with a high dive
I'll jump right from the top.
I'm remorsefully cart-wheeling
I'm remorsefully skip-jumping.
And if foot-taps and songs and reverse three and a half somersault tucks are just not enough...
Well then, you can give me a thumping.
hey Matthew !
ReplyDeletelong time !
how have you been ?
thank you very much for your Christmas poem.
and sorry to reply so late. now days I hardly use hotmail.com.
anyway I really liked the poem.
and then I remembered that you had this page.
I had a great time going through your poems.
appreciate your creativity a lot. although some of the poems made me think as if India had had you some kind of crazy enlightment or something.
I feel sorry not talking to you for so long.
how is India ? I can picture you so well in India. driving around the city of Delhi and all.
I hope you are well and having a happy life.