You Come Too

Poem By Charlotte Ballard

You Come Too

I'm going to write a poem now, a little thing-
Not much to it. A line, a verse, a meter
To while the hours away, to make a rhyme perhaps
I won't be gone long,
-You come too.

I'm going to write a story now, long or short
I know not, but my character speaks in cockney,
Southern, English brogue, a female male
A youngster who's very old.
I won't be gone long,
-You come too.

Comments about You Come Too

Clever short poem, got my attention.
i like the idea, and you have used it well.


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