Boomerang Poems

David introduced me to Boomerang poems, a description can be found on his blog, and I was tempted to try my hand at it. Here are my two attempts:

It’s May and still I require a jacket
The morning sun blinds me as I head east
Into the din, the clamor, and racket
Into the ravenous belly of the beast
Each day patterned on the one before
Each new experience a matter of habit
Then the cold rains drench me to the core
It's May and still I require a jacket

And another slightly vain attempt, inspired by the comments this photograph received:



Had I known they liked convertibles
I wouldn’t have wasted my youth in sedans
Would have hit the roads highly visible
Would have built a legion of fans
They’d flatter me with a lingering glance
They’d think I was approachable
Life would have never lacked romance
Had I known they liked convertibles