I like more off the wall poetry - my favourite at the minute is a guy called Pat Ingoldsby

WHILE IT LASTED

A sympathetic old nun approached me
on the East Pier in Howth
and gave me a pound.
She said my life won't always be like this
and promised to pray for me.
She said that God is good.

She was absolutely right.

While she was speaking to me
little bits of spit were whizzing
from her mouth.
One of them splashed against my left ear
and straight away I got my hearing back!
Another bit landed on my left arm.
Suddenly I was able to use it fully again!
But only until the spit dried....

God - you old deceiver

Lulu Reviewed by Lulu on . My Favourite Poem (sorry if poetry bores you lol) The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Rating: 5