Poetry: The Revenge: The Sequel

Someday I hope to have a title with about five : separating ideas. I could probably have added Redux to this one.

Carrie wanted me to write a poem about what it's like working for The Universe. (In case you didn't know, I'm one of its many personal assistants. Sometimes it sends emails through me.) And, in honor of Carrie's fabulous Haiku Book Reviews, I decided to stick to her format.

Secretary to The Universe

My boss, everywhere
Omniscient, Omnipresent
No faking sick days


It's a tough gig. You'd think I'd get a lot of good karmic pay. You'd be wrong.

Jamie wanted a poem about a little girl learning to swim. Interesting anecdote: I wouldn't set foot in the deep end until...far, far too late for me to feel comfortable admitting it on the blog.

Swimming Lessons

"I'm drowning! I'm drowning! Oh, mom, can't you see?"
Darling, the water comes right to your knee.
"But the deep end! It's scary! I simply won't go."
Then the joys of the diving board you'll never know.
"But what if I trip? What if I fall right in?"
Then it's a good thing you now know how to swim.
"I won't do it, I won't, I'll just--hey, there's my friend!"
And off she goes skipping to the scary deep end.


Alrighty then, that concludes our latest adventures in poetry. I'd have to say the best of this batch was the superhero poem. Some day I promise I'll take more than five minutes to write them.