Thursday, November 15, 2007

I Carry ...

I carry my black back pack
everywhere I go
to the office
to church
when I go shopping
when I go strolling

What's in my backpack you ask
Oh no, you wouldn't want to know

"What's in your back pack" you asked again
Now I can't say no
Now I have to tell
Do I really have to?

Well... there's wallet and ID
there's Carmex and pen
there's Tampax and candies
oh, about ten

Receipts that I don't need
crumbs from a left over cookie
One time, some dried french fries
I kid you not, it's true

A marker, a book
a notebook to write on
when I find a nook

Ipod and cell phone
Palm pilot galore
Rubberband and bandaid
Safety pin for sure

Tissues to clean boogers
Nail clipper for nails
A small lotion for dry skin
and a floss just in case

There's a lot more
but it's too much to tell...

I tell you this black back pack
I carry everywhere
I'd be at a lost without it
Can you tell?

***

P.S. - I kid you not,
there were dried french fries in there :)

P.P.S. - this is a "true to life" poem, in case you're wondering ;)

(Had fun doing this. For more scribblings, go to Sunday Scribblings)

18 comments:

jen said...

and I enjoyed reading it
Ure talented
Ive never been able to write poetry

George said...

:-) LOL while reading

ana said...

That was light, crisp and enjoyable....thanks!

UL said...

What a fun read, you must've en joyed writing it too...I have a little purse that I carry around, I am lost with it too.

Bonggamom said...

That was a funny, witty, and oh-so-true poem! Great job!

Steve said...

a most enjoyable read

Fledgling Poet said...

This was so lighthearted and sweet...I could see the twinkle in your eye while you wrote it! :~)

myrtle beached whale said...

You are ready for any eventuality.

forgetfulone said...

I loved it! Realistic, yet fresh. I haven't quite gotten inspired by this week's topic yet, but I'm thinking.

gautami tripathy said...

That feels like a typical womean in ANY part of the world. My bag contains....

well, lets not dwell on it!!

Patois said...

I love that poem. Brings the esteemed Dr Suess to mind. Although I doubt he carried tampax.

paisley said...

you are not alone....

tumblewords said...

That's a lot of valuable 'stuff' to haul. Neat post!

Stacy said...

This was a zippy little poem ---- funny as well.

Secret Agent Mama said...

Oh how creative and clever!!

Love the P.S. :D

Rob Kistner said...

I get it!! ;)

My wife's backpack/purse/small suitcase/shoulderbag/thingy once spilled over at a movie theater, during the movie (don't ask).

It seemed for five minutes you could hear things rolling and scattering under the rows in front of us.

When the lights came up, it took the better part of twenty minutes to complete the treasure hunt, and retrieve her 'stuff' -- and that was with the kind help of some of the patrons who'd been seated in front of us.

I could not believe everything that was in that 'carry-all' my wife totes. I also can't believe how gross it is under theater seats... ;)

sister AE said...

my bags only carry things for me, but I remember my mom's purse carried for her, and for us kids, and even my dad's camera equipment (some of the time!)

sarala said...

Very nice. rel had a similar idea for his poem. You should check it out if you haven't already.
My bag is full of similar debris.
Not too long ago my purse was stolen and some weeks later I found the contents scattered under some bushes. Now I know what the word ephemera means!