Y8
-
Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2026 00:41
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
Y8
Offline)
Comments8
Y not?! lol.
Why indeed!
I though you might be wanting to waste, Oh I dunno, about 3 seconds of poets time, like wasting apx. 23 seconds in my nonsense poems. lol. That 3 seconds could multiply if enough poets read your poem!
If it's summat cryptic, I of course won't get the meaning of it. Doh!
coz seven eight nine, nein?
Bit of French too - nein?! lol.
Y not 7
Or 6!
indeed
Oh my, it’s looking like one of days. A thousand pardons to all whose susceptibility has been affronted 🙏🏻🕊️
Phonetic spelling taken up by some misleads the rest of us old timers frozen and rigid in old ways. I still write in cursive that most new generations can no longer read like hieroglyphics. This one might deem shorthand in a short poem.
I hope so. Otherwise, it will be deemed a nuisance post. Thank you, my dear friend. 🙏🏻🕊️
A pleasure my friend
C u
C U 2
Rik, this made me laugh far more than two characters have any right to. I feel enlightened, confused, and somehow cheated out of a number. Well played, dear friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
because apparently seven eight nine before nine eight seven.
Wasn't Y8 at the OK Coral?
Y8 Earp, sheriff of the Elevenfold Range, keeper of the decimal badge. Folks still whisper about the day he faced down 7.
C U L8ER.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.