Pencil, pencil in my hand
I wish I were the best writer in the land
Round and round in my head
These thoughts seem full of lead
Bouncing off the wall
The words come to me when I call
Up or down
Paradise found
Left to right
The pen is light
To myself be true
Especially with my crew
Shoot for the glory
Unravel the story
Sitting in my chair
Wearing only my underwear
Never use cheap writing paper
To record any caper
Taking no chance to degrade
But making every choice to upgrade
No fear for the reaper
This weed is a creeper
Puff puff puff
I think I’ve had enough
Thoughts from above the clouds
Navigating through the crowds
My attempt to blend
Unlike the stately oak, I bend
Back and forth
For all it's worth
Clasp my locket
Pull a coin from my pocket
Head or tail
I refuse to fail
So getting back up
I’ll lift my cup
And be the first to toast
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🌼You caught me with your subtitle! And that line, "pencil, pencil in my hand," immediately reminds me of "Mirror, mirror on the wall". It made the poem sound enchanting, like I was being taken on a journey where flipping a pencil leads to nothing but magic. 🌼The Epizeuxis in "puff puff puff" was most definitely a creeper! I was fooled at first, then I realized it wasn’t weed in the garden but the "good kind." I see how you used that repetition to create a real sense of relief.
Great stream of consciousness through wanderings, and love the image
Fast-paced and up-beat, very fun to read. 👏👏👏
Loving the energy here. It feels like I’m bouncing along with every line!
Hehehehehe this was a fun one and I loved the way you made it rhyme!
I wish my mug would do THAT! 😁 Hehe this was fun and charming M Combs!
Sharon, - I must say to you, I smoked for 40 long years, I ended up with 35% lung function with treatment. With that out of the way, your poem, refuse to fail, rambling thoughts - that's okay we all have them once in a while. Thank you for sharing them with us. Nicely done!!!
Fabulous! Get it Mother! 💪🏾😀