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Saturday, May 16, 2015
Can't Do -- a Weekend Mini Challenge poem
It's just me, Lord, Can't Do
Please give me a hand through this day
You know I ain't worth much, Can't Do
Can't do a thing, not do it right
I sing but can't carry a tune
Methodists made me leave their choir
Can't carry a tune, shower calls
I draw but nobody knows what
What I draw they call stick man art
Can't draw a thing, nothing to paint
I like to work, can't hold a job
Get fired like a stove, cooked goose
Can't hold a job, I work too slow
I like to make love, wives won't stay
They up and leave, now I'm alone
Can't do it right, and I can't learn
I like to eat, can't cook a meal
My eggs are tough, leather-like soles
The biscuits all burn, I can't cook
Lord, I can't do it right, all's wrong
Connect the dots? Can't count or learn
This Can't Do's not worth very much
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I'm linked with Outlawyer at Weekend Mini Challenge--Connect the Chimes!

Was glad to realise this isn't really you! It's nice and bluesy
ReplyDeleteThis has a nice rhythm, I'm sure you can sing it.. Love the blues here.. (Would work for Marian's prompt as well)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful response to the prompt :D
ReplyDeleteWell penned my friend :)
xoxo
This is like a blues song. Agh! The repetition works so well. I especially like the lines about cooking! Thanks, Jim, for participating with this poem. K.
ReplyDeleteIt IS like a blues song. Wail it, Jim. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely feels like a classic blues song. I would like to see this set to music, it already has such a strong rhythm.
ReplyDeleteHumor amid depression foreshadows success--at what, I don't know. But this is no way a can't do poem!
ReplyDeleteLove the mournful flow of this.
ReplyDeleteWell, one thing you can do for sure is write one zinger of a poem to the prompt :-)
ReplyDeleteThere is value in this lament.
ReplyDeleteHaha been there. I did enjoy the read with a smile.
ReplyDeleteZQ
This sounds like a spiritual hymn - it should be put to music.
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