A pair of potatoes were talking,
discussing what might be for lunch.
One turned to the other and told him,
"I think that I might have a hunch.
As long as we stay near the kitchen
and don't wander too far afield,
I'm sure that we'll see what they're serving.
We just have to keep our eyes peeled."
The hardest poem I saw was called "Elegy in a Spider's Web " by Laura (Riding) Jackson.
It is too hard for me because-well, look at it!
"What to say when the spider
Say when the spider what
When the spider the spider what
The spider does what
Does does dies does it not
Not live and then not
Legs legs then one
When the spider does dies
Death spider death
Or not the spider or
What to say when
To say always
Death always
The dying of always
Or alive or dead
What to say when I
When I or the spider
No I and I what
Does what does dies
No when the spider dies
Death spider death
Death always I
Death before always
Dead or alive
Now and always
What to say always
Now and always
What to say now
Now when the spider
What does the spider
The spider what dies
Dies when then when
Then always death always
The dying of always
Always now I
What to say when I
When I what
When I say
When the spider
When I always
Death always
When death what
Death I says say
Dead spider no matter
How thorough death
Dear or alive
No matter death
How thorough I
What to say when
When who when the spider
When life when space
The dying of oh pity
Poor how thorough dies
No matter reality
Death always
What to say
When who
Death always
When death when the spider
When I who I
What to say when
Now before after always
When then the spider what
Say what when now
Legs legs then none
When the spider
Death spider death
The genii who cannot cease to know
What to say when the spider
When I say
When I or the spider
Dead or alive the dying of
Who cannot cease to know
Who death who I
The spider who when
What to say when
Who cannot cease
Who cannot
Cannot cease
Cease
Cannot
The spider
Death
I
We
The genii
To know
What to say when the
Who cannot
When the spider what
Does what does dies
Death spider death
Who cannot
Death cease death
To know say what
Or not the spider
Or if I say
Or if I do not say
Who cannot cease to know
Who know the genii
Who say the I
Who they we cannot
Death cease death
To know say I
Oh pity poor pretty
How thorough life love
No matter space spider
How horrid reality
What to say when
What when
Who cannot
How cease
The knowing of always
Who these this space
Before after here
Life now my face
The face love the
The legs real when
What time death always
What to say then
What time the spider"
Lastly, the poem that is right for me is called "Why am I Thinking of You?" (No author cited.) I understand it well, it doesn't take too much thinking, nor too little. The words just make sense to me.
Your eyes and your smile shine on me
But I am a stranger you only see
From time to time in an unchosen place
Your voice has a lilt that interests my ears
And though I have you by a few years
I could answer your song if not your grace
Your impish smile and your shining eyes
Are in themselves enough to hypnotize
Me so that I forget being slightly gray
But soon I'll be leaving for another State
And I'll be a fool if my heart won't wait
Though what tomorrow will bring, I can't say
So, why am I thinking of you
If that will only leave me blue
And not the blue of jasmine scented skies?
For though my heart longs for the chance
To reacquaint itself with the glories of romance
Perhaps I should forget your lovely shining eyes
