Poems ✍️

What a sad life I lead, stuck here on the wall
with two screws in my guts so that I don't fall.
I am only here to hang a basket, one that is full
of flowers; then to be sprayed with water every
twenty four hours. All I am is a piece of metal
holding a flower basket folly. It has made me
lose my dignity and I feel such a wally.
I was once a proud hanger but all I am now
is a rusty old clanger.My paint is almost gone
and I do feel the strain when on comes the water
or down comes the rain. It's worse in the summer
when the water comes twice a day the weight is
horrendous but who am I to say.
No one cares if I am left out in the cold, I am a wall
bracket who is now growing old.
I am doomed for the scrap yard, that's where all dead
metal goes. They better do it soon because this basket
will hit someone on the nose.