The idea was simple and it was this
Salt water and lots of jellyfish
With tentacles touching and no questions asked
That couldn’t be answered, a most worthwhile task.
The brine pool was built and the jellies swam in
The young and the old and the fat and the thin
Along came the musers with Q&A doozers
Next came the lonely, late night boozers
Calling for a cop complete with his cruiser!
At last the word was out: calling ALL fluthers!
Come one, come all (except fluther abusers)
Come to the collective, we need more users.
From pancakes to frizzers
We started a trend
Holding in high regard
Andrew and Ben
The mansion, the island, the castle too
With thousands of questions
For jellies to review
We help, we hope, we lurve those in need
Hug are aplenty in this sea indeed.
A space now created to post
and share your expertise and view
To boldly state and not defend
Positions not fully thought through
Gain points, called lurve, from others thanks
Or simply mock berate and boo.
But be warned to check your spelling
And use the right to, too or two.
Poems are like people,
They reach out to the hearts of others,
They speak out and spread their stories,
They travel places all over the world,
They inspire others,
They describe ordinary things in new ways,
They contain feelings,
And they are more than words.
(I did originally have another poem here, but I though it was good enough that I didn’t want to post it to the web until I could claim my own personal authorship)