poems written on the fly

Hurry on up

In art, bad haiku, bad poetry on 29 January 2008 at 7:36 am

It’s a foggy day
can’t see more than my hands
maybe it’s a good thing
maybe it ain’t
but at least in this freezing weather
I’ve only one way to go
yippie-yay-oh

EL SEBBO

  1. Rolin’ rollin’ rollin’
    Rolin’ rollin’ rollin’
    Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
    Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
    Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
    Though the streams are swollen
    Keep them dogies rollin’
    Keep them dogies rollin’
    Keep them dogies rollin’
    Dude
    Don’t try to understand them
    Just rope, throw and brand ‘em
    Soon they’ll be kneeling high and wide