by Keith D Allison
I would have never believed
that you would have turned on me
to lay me low
to bring the pain
Things now cannot be the same
you have taught me fear
so from now on
it's Jiff or Skippy
how I hope, they will not do the same
Posted on 03/06/2007
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/06/07 at 01:14 PM|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/06/07 at 03:08 PM|
LOL! Not what I expected for an ending. Along the cruchy uneven road to peanut butter never never land.
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/06/07 at 07:27 PM|
Hi Keith...I like the turn this takes in the penultimate line! Otherwise, I was set to hear about forever-children having to grow up. Nice stroke of the pen, here! Thanks.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/07/07 at 02:32 AM|
Ah, so a recall of Peter Pan!! I did not know. My sis-in-law calls Jiff - "Jiffy Lube," due to its hydrogenated oils, or somesuch. I got nothin' on Skippy - unless it left town. ;) I enjoyed your poem - first stanza is great.