Four Stupid Little Poems

Four Stupid Little Poems

Prices

I am here, each day,

selling myself to the world.

It's time I cut my prices

once again.

The Word

I sought le mot juste,

the right word, the needed word.

No one could understand

what it meant.

Awards

My awards and diplomas

have finally proven useful.

The backs are good for jotting

down grocery lists.

Girlfriend

I found the same drawback

with every girlfriend.

They wanted to go places

and do things.

Stephen Brooke ©2015

In form, of a sort. Little thoughts that didn't seem worth the working up of anything longer.