I was actually writing and editing a few of my poems and stories, When the lines below came to mind. Thought some of you would enjoy this.
There are usually 2 of me
Yes I come in pairs
In General, I am
Broader at the base
and narrower at the tip.
I love to be stroked,
beaten and fisted.
and the harder you
bang me
The louder I'll be.
What am I?
Ok. Ill try again. Bongo Drums
Ok this is last try.
Drum sticks.
Here's another
My life can be measured in hours,
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick
Fat, I am slow
Wind is my foe.
I am something.
But what exactly?
If you say what I am,
I don't exist anymore.
I Have a bed but never sleep.
I have a mouth but never speak.
What am I?
The person who built me didn't need me.
The person who bought me didn't want me.
The person who used me didn't know it.
What am I?