Poem Of The Now

Poem of the Now presents you with a random poem, written by me, specifically picked for you to enjoy in this one-of-a-kind moment that will never come again! (unless you click a bunch of times)

Poem Of The Now

Paul The Walrus


Paul the Walrus stares at me.
His big white eyes, they glare at me.
His pupils fixed, quite terribly,
I find it all embarrassing.

You may ask me why he stares,
Why he has his eyes set square,
Why his unblinking ivory pair,
Of peepers tell me to “BEWARE”.

I do not think he’s dumb or blind,
I do not question, wonder why,
I must admit, the blunder’s mine,
I ate his fish at supper time.