Worst poem

The soil gets old, and the spirit stays fresh.
The pessimist looks down on others, while a star in the sky has revealed the birth of a new era.

Worst poem

Water is running,
the waiter is cunning.
The globe is warming,
tourists are swarming
to end the bill.

Holy day plea,
The old man in the sea
stands peeing,
not seeing
the kill.

Dish

So I stink
as I think,
shunning,
our stride is stunning,
over the hill.

Our dish
the last fish,
the sea is empty.
Don't tempt me.
I am ill.

The pill

The cup is full.
And pull
the trigger.
We always get bigger
as long as we drill.

Cosmetic, I presume
surgery, perfume,
no flower in the way
of my play.
I take the pill.

Control

As long as you spend,
the stone will roll.
I bought a new friend
and believe in the poll.

I have a new end
and I drink alcohol.
There is a new trend,
I believe in control.

Rome

I do as Romans do in Rome.
I had a passport while I stayed in bed.
But across the border, I wrote instead
A poem, as I came home.

It was in England I believe
I tried to be but lost the thread.
And I carried a pass of the dead,
As I saw my guardian, angel, leave.