Poetry

I've been immersed in writing poetry lately, often neglecting my personal journals. I wanted to post some here but all I have so far are a couple dinky limericks and one that's not finished. This latter seems to have taken on a mind of its own and keeps wanting to get longer. It's actually pretty good, but like I said, it's not done.

So here's one of the dinks, something I spat out in a single, hour-long college English class:

I went to the fridge for a snack

And I thought I'd be coming right back

But the leftovers tried

To pull me inside

And I found myself under attack

The students in class, as well as anyone I've read it to, thought it was witty. So imagine what I could do if I really applied myself.