Poetry by Jeff Green

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Impossible outcomes

by cricketjeff on August 14, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Catastrophe! Calamity! The world is at an end!
The children of us all are come to naught.
In wretchedness and misery all waves of light will bend,
The dunces all remember what they’re taught.
In discount stores across the lands the plastic storks all sold
And in the pool in London Phelps has not won any gold.

The cats and dogs all lie at peace, in Manchester it’s dry,
Amera writes a free verse book or two.
Australia all out for eight, while every pig can fly
A teenager asks for a job to do.
That lady at the bus stop stops complaining that she’s old
And in the pool in London Phelps has not won any gold.

The shops in France are worried everybody’s buying soap,
Americans all vote for turning green.
Prime ministers across the world discover they can cope
Reality TV is hardly seen.
A thug who wears a hoodie does exactly what he’s told
And in the pool in London Phelps has not won any gold.

You can’t explain such happenings, we all know life is odd,
The future isn’t written in the stars,
Perhaps it’s Mother Nature busy gambling with God
Or maybe it’s too many trips to Mars.
Of all unlikely forecasters there’s none who are so bold
To say that in Olympic pools Mike Phelps won’t win the gold!!!!

Author notes

Well