Oh You.

(So named because the only vowels in this poem are O and U)

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how you bloom

your youth
not lost

your good
looks not flown

no hurts
worry you now

no low words
groom you for doom

no low thoughts
pull you down

no drugs
now confound

how you bloom

your humour
so grown

good boldly
surrounds you

your soul
glows gold


my son

my wondrous son

© Jane Paterson Basil


18 thoughts on “Oh You.

    1. Thank you! We called it a lazy vowel when I was at school, so I decided to treat it with the indifference that laziness deserves, and ignore its title!
      Rather unfair really, as I made it work so hard while composing my poem.

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    1. I don’t know. I lose track of the time, but it may have been a couple of hours, maybe longer.
      It’s mother’s day tomorrow, and my family have something big to celebrate. My son will be the star of the show!


        1. I’d like to, but (I hope you understand this technical computer jargon) the whatsit in the side of my thingummybob is all jiggly and the oojamaflip for the copying doodah doesn’t join up properly.
          Do you Copy? ‘Cos I don’t!


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