Poetry by Erik

A Birthday Song by Erik

Erik of the bony arms
Has dealt his mother grievous harm
Her gift did he procrastinate
In buying, now it will be late-
Not arrived on the special date

O good maiden forgive him please
Do not bring the poet to his knees
Looking for mercy undeserved
He pens the following words:

For her birthday she wanted a tome
On her birthday she thought, "Goddamn-
I didn't get that book of poems,
I got a silly epigram!"

T'isn't loot, it's not a card
But indeed I have tried very hard
To come up with some whimsical rhymes
And contribute to the happy times!