Out, in, Left Phil left me feeling out
In all the best ways
He’s the yay to my neigh
He Phils my yen
He doesn’t ware much, unrestrained
But, our several daughters,
the daughters we never had
Have hindered that, somewhat,
and what’s more
They’ve learned to shout
before they mount the stairs
“I’m home! Daughter’s home!
Is there nakedness about?”
Out, in, left Phil, left ever
Off, wearing a watch
He’s the tick to my tock
Today he found a watch someone left
And would Phil his left wrist with it,
just for me, because left looks so right
on him, out, in, left Phil.
The latest in watch ware
for the out casts we call ”Out”,
To call ”In”
Out, in, Left Phil White
on a watch whether we watch ware, worn or not
He gives me more giggles than I’ve jot
Yea we indite 'em in,
all the way inn, airt our inverse, philhellenic home
for out, in, left Phil left house gusts
of deepest laughter, lungs will contain
when he wore the watch and ware
but don’t complain!
...I'm goooooonna miss him, but I've a pathetic fish to catch,
Oh, looky there! I've gotta BYTE*!*!*! :->
P.S.p.s.
Ephilepsy…
No. I’ve never had a spell of ephilepsy in my life.
Absolutely not.
I’ve had no Ephilepsy today,
it left ! me I’m NnT confuse b ,
not one byte.
05/23/2012
Author's Note:
For my beloved husband of just over a month now,
Phillip F. White, for all his work out in left Phil....andWatch Words ;-}
I saw your post in the forum, so visited your poem...I think he will love it. There are a lot of layers and textures in this -- overall it is really active (like I saw in another comment), it gives a very definite impression...unique and fun. I would say it might not be for everyone, but you tailored it for someone specific, so am guessing he'll enjoy everything you put into it.
