Poem 69: Sorry you didn’t. Loser.

(This week’s poetic form is nothing other than nonsense – sort of fugal nonsense!)

I can’t recall the way I wasn’t.
Remember things? I simply doesn’t.
Invent the past? I shouldn’t mustn’t.

O I could kick a ball all day.
O I could read a book in back seat moving car and not feel sick.
O I could eat ice cream. French vanilla with guava topping.

I can’t recall the way I wasn’t.
Remember things? I simply doesn’t.
Invent the past? I shouldn’t mustn’t.

O I had girlfriends coming out my ears.
O I had sunshine coming out my bum
O I had quantum mechanics for breakfast. Yeah. With milk.

I can’t recall the way I wasn’t.
Remember things? I simply doesn’t.
Invent the past? I shouldn’t mustn’t.

O I, did I tell you? once climbed a mountain.
O I, did I tell you? once drove a big articulated truck from Moscow to Paris.
O I, did I tell you? shook hands with nobody. Nobody at the same time. Altogether. Both hands. Beat that.

What mustn’t wasn’t.
What mustn’t doesn’t.
What doesn’t shouldn’t.

Sorry you didn’t. Loser.

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