Monday, April 8, 2013

2013 Poem 8: Doggerel #1

If we believe the whiteboard crew
(and we always cash their checks)
the solar system's early days
were full of massive wrecks.
Small bodies thrown from planets' paths
like RVs tossing gravel
No traffic judge but gravity
with impacts as her gavel.

The planets wandered to and fro,
sometimes resonating
with cataclysmic consequence
some people say they're dating.
Now looking back upon that time
of crashing rock and ice
I don't know how I'd feel back then
but I wouldn't call it nice.

1 comment:

MrsSmeej said...

Really enjoyed your Imperturbable Music. I certainly wouldn't call it doggerel, either.