"I'm fine, I'm fine!"
Said the drunkard at nine
When he drove his car into a pole.
Well, they found him dead,
Where the last words he said
Were "I'm fine!"
Or that's what I'm told.
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 7th, 2026 14:41
- Comment from author about the poem: I've been up way too many hours by now so dunno where THIS came from. Have fun?!
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Comments2
Missy, this is darkly clever. It starts almost like a joke and then drops straight into consequence...a sharp reminder of how dangerous self-deception can become. Strong write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It came literally out of nowhere, likely owing to my assuring myself that despite the odds "I'm fine," [besides that, I've written and finished too many sonnets in the past several hours.] Thank you very much.
A lively limerick that is fun and fanciful. Glad to see you back.
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