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i'll be looking up
by Charlie Morganputting on the smile i wore yesterday,
i paste it on, to no one's notice.
inside i feel like Batman's Riddler;
i'm worthy of a chase to smile about.
catch me, tickle me and i'll laugh,
a gut-wrenching, belly-shaking laugh;
cavorting, but only with you.
if my smile get's crooked, straighten it
for me as i only have few remaining left.
then there will be the time thingee occur;
leaving me with my only smile, i offer it
up from my open casket--forever! 02/12/2009 Posted on 02/12/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/12/09 at 04:54 PM "inside i feel like Batman's Riddler;
i'm worthy of a chase to smile about."--Great line. Your usual awesome word play is pretty evident here. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/12/09 at 05:05 PM Well darlin, I hope having two that loved your second couplet will be enough to erase that twice worn, rigor mortis grin... ;-/ |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/12/09 at 06:03 PM I believe that many of us spent our whole life with that smile pasted on our face. But I don't believe I can find a picture of myself with even that pasted smile. I still it out when company comes or when I visit my doctor. Good write Chas... |
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