Poetic Verses
The Thinker
Thinking outside the box
A phrase used by flocks
It began with the thinker
With hands and thought tinker
A man chiseled of rocks
I began to ponder his pose
In compared to mine I suppose
It was not in a chair
But can you guess where
As odor quickly arose
Face set in determination
Thought came without cessation
Instead of sitting there stinking
I could be there thinking
Rather than at foul creation
Poking fun at art of the past
Suddenly I was aghast
For then I did pause
Shan't laugh because
Shamed am I at last
And there I sat on my throne
As thinker sat upon stone
To thus compare
Thinking pose and where
I changed to somber tone
Then becoming greatly aware
Of my purpose sitting there
In thunderous duty
And relief to my booty
It wafted through the air
My euphemistic “thought”
Mixed feelings here in wrought
Though I sat to think
I created a stink
And found it was for naught
Yet beneath my seated rump
My thoughts hit no slump
And from throne of glory
Was no longer sorry
Just thankful for it's way out to sump
This was a humorous piece written for a
Humorous poetry contest which I lost.
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The Thinker
The Thinker