The voices in my head spake thus:
"Pray heed a word from all of us
should what we prate to you make sense
as host we deem you somewhat dense
'Tis folly to believe we're real
to banish us would be ideal
we're products of your fantasy,
your own authentic fallacy
We're sexless; neither gents nor dames
and so we have no need of names.
as playmates we have little worth
we're in your head, not on your earth
Engage us not in dialogue
stick to one-sided monologue
our sole aim is to multiply
we're occupied, hence no reply
We find you're too inquisitive
and may we say insensitive
to eavesdrop, as you are inclined
(pardon the pun) where you've no mind
And now, dear host, we beg of thee
for some degree of privacy
scant your right to our domain
seek elsewhere to be entertained."
Comments
Thanks, Shirley
What, no voices? It must get lonely at times. lol
Diana
My voices are split. I liked this,no I didn't,very funny end, except it wasn't,can relate to this, but not Me. Enjoyed by all of us lol.............scribbler
lol, Stan
Thanks for that idea. Maybe I should work in another verse where the buggers disagree with each other.
Thanks for commenting, Stan (to you and all your voices).
Lilted along with the song of
Lilted along with the song of your pen
and then,
I liked it too
so, good for you.
Love Ann of Norway
Thanks, Ann
Thanks you stopping by and commenting. I'm glad you liked it.
Congratulations on "What do I call". Praiseworthy indeed.
Love xxxxx
Diana
Thanks
Thanks for your kind comment, Bee.
Regards from my voices to yours.
DI-ana