Poem About The End Of The World
The End Of The World (As We Know It)
I just received a phone call
It brought me awful news
"The world will end this Wednesday!
Put on your Sunday shoes..."
I visited my neighour
His calendar to borrow
And calmly checked the dates to find
This Wednesday was tomorrow
I strolled back round to my place
And called the number back
I asked "Quite how sure are you?"
And heard "It's solid fact"
I went into my study
Began to write a list
Of things I wanted one last time, and
Old times passed I'd missed
I placed them all in order
Of which I wanted most
And found the first I had to do
Was make a slice of toast
It took a little longer
Than I first thought that it would
But after 16 burned attempts
I ate it. It was good.
The time was late, the list was full
With so much left to do
I ticked the first thing off, and then
Moved on to number 2
And as I picked a novel
(For "Read a book" was next)
I noticed it was midnight -
This truly left me vexed
What time would it be ending?
I still had things to do...
Alas, the world exploded
I'd just read chapter 2
Why This Poem?
This poem was written in response to Phillydreamer's challenge: The Final Days On Earth
Encore!
And now for something a little more serious