The "Was" Poem...a Poem About "Was"

When a Man sets out to do Poetry he already has to figure it will be taken into some kind of odd consideration to begin with.Oh, Who Cares !

I was contemplating the word: "Was"...and felt certain there was something to it which gets overlooked in our regular every day thinking. The usage of "Was" is very common...when it comes to using words. Surely, there is more to "Was"...then what I was thinking?

Then again...What was I thinking?

Eventually...everything becomes a "Was". Why, you say? When does something become a "Was"? Well...it just does become "Was" because it just does.

How can it go from being an "Is" or "Were" to a "Was"? Well, it happens…most of the time…really...it just does...and its just because!?

Moe :"Stop saying that word!" Curly: What word "was" I saying?" Larry: "That word!"

Here goes the Poem:

"Was"... always has…because it “was”...

"Was"... is everything in the past...Why? Well... just because.

"Was" did...what done never does...

"Was" is to done...as did is to "Was".

I "Was"... going to say something else...but that “was“ how I used to say it...

"Was"... is the kind of word...that's all about what “was"...when you decide to display it.

All things that “was” really “was"...come from things that are behind us now...

What "was" it...that I was going to say...I forgot now...anyhow.

When I "was" this...or when I "was" that...

Is all in the past...not where we currently are at.

I "was" there long ago...

How I ended up here...I'll never know.

What "was" I doing...when I suddenly...got off course...

What direction "was" I heading to...When I fell off my horse ?

'Was"...says a little..."Was" says a lot...

When some people say "Was"..."Was" is all they got.

I would like to always say there are many things I am doing...instead of many things I "was" doing...

I would hope that each day of my life...is full of many different things...that are perpetually renewing.

Because to always say it "was" this...and it ”was" that...is trite and simply boring...

I‘d like to tell ya' I “was“ paying attention to what "was" said ...but really I was snoring.

We have done things that way because...We once did things that way once before...

We do things like that now because that's how we did it...However, we don't do anything like that any more.

That "was" how I feel...when I first wrote all these words down...

I'm not sure what I am doing now...when my "was"...is not around.

It seems I "was" about to mention...the folly of all that "was"...is...

If "was" is what “was”…then "is"...is a way of thinking...that I can't dismiss...

What "was" I thinking...I am not sure...I was clearly...out of my mind...

If I "was" doing something that way...that "was" not the way to do it...I must get it right next time.

"Was" and does...Did and done...

Some words don't make much sense...though I tend to want to use them...just for fun.

I "was" going to write something else...but it "was" about something else I "was" thinking...

I "was"...can represent a vast array of things...that can be gone without even blinking.

When I "was" just a little-bitty baby...

My Mama said I "was" going to be great...not maybe

To be what I "was"...I "was" certain...I would be...

To go where no one does...I sure "was" thinking...that would be me.

Yet...that "was" then...and this is obviously not where I "was" going...

I "was" happy to have learned so many different things...I hope they were all worth knowing.

I am beginning to wonder what the definition of "was"...really is...

Like a certain politician who tried to define what "is" “was”…in reference to an intern of his.

When I "was" a little-bitty boy...I was content to be who I "was"...

Now that I am older now...I would like to see things simply...just as that little boy does.

I still "was" thinking this poem "was" not completely accurate with out a proper "was" definition...

But that "was' before I used "was" so much...that I "was" lost in my own comprehension.

"Was"...A word that comes to us from a past...that once "was"...

"Was"...Can just get old...because that is what "was"...just does...

And the reason why “was“ does…is mainly just because.

I hope this "was" a fun read...!

"I say there...Good Fellow...there "was” no need for all that."

"Hey, Judge...that "was" really a great shot. Double or nothing, "Manly" over here...is going to say "was" again!"

"Hey Mister...What "was"...that!?"

"Ok...No One says "was" that many times...in my City...and gets away with it!"

"Stop...saying...the...word "WAS"!!!!!!"

"Mongo...Not like word "was"!

"There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past." George Carlin (another answer to "Was")

“There’s a thin line between to laugh with and to laugh at.” – Richard Pryor (And...That "was" not it!)

Tim Conway: "Uuuh...What "was" it...he just said...exactly!?!" Don Knotts: "Be Quiet...Do you want People to know that we don't know what it "was" he said?"

"Whoaa...That "was" most excellent, Dude!"

"You Karate do Good...OK. You Karate do like this "Was" Poem...You, Squished like Grape!"

Carol Burnett: " I "was" window shopping and I simply had to have this dress!" Harvey Korman: "Frankly My Dear, I "was" only laughing at this Poem!"

Madeline Kahn: "I've heard "was" from thousands of Men...Again and Again...!"

El Guapo: "Would you say that there was a plethora of the word "was" in this poem?"

Bluto "was" never that good in History.

Sorry Folks, Poem is closed. Because to always say it "was" this...and it ”was" that...is trite and simply boring.

Possibly more comic moments to come...!

© 2012 ManlyPoetryMan