Classic poem of the day
When I was young, I had a bed
That was no bed at all,
But a good great ship with seven masts
And seamen brown and tall.
Each seaman had a lantern white
To light us past the bars,
And all of them knew old sea-songs,
And their eyes were like the stars.
The stars rolled millions overhead,
But seven were made ......
Member poem of the day
As a kid, I'd scribble lines with glee,
Writing poems, oh so carefree.
For a grade, I'd weave words together,
Thinking I was quite the poet, clever!
Teachers praised my rhyming style,
With gold stars, they'd make me smile.
But little did I know back then,
Writing for grades was just a yen.
Now, as an adult, I wield my pen,
In hopes my poems bring some yen.
No more gold stars, just bills to pay,
Oh, how life's r...