Ogres
Oh god, is that an OG ogre,
Croaking broken brogue ?
Or else a voguish Mini-Mooger,
Ogling hokey rogues ?
Oh, show me no attention,
I’m just goading Mr Block –
With a token of nonsens-tion,
Till a notion comes to knock…
Okay, I’m only joking,
With the bogeymen and blokes –
Just smoking hoagies like old fogies,
Colloguing a hoax.
I’m groping oafishly, to choke
A spoken ode on ogre-folk.
My mind, though, won’t let go of ‘O’,
For all the pogues I poke…
Day 6 – Ogre – #inktober #inktoberpoem #inktoberpoetry
