Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Emoji There’s no Heaven

I’ve been burning the midnight oil on this one, a busy day, and not feeling too upbeat.
I imagined the emoji’s as little creatures popping up like unwanted predictive text does often saying something totally different to what you intended.

ROGUE EMOJI’S

There’s one with a smile, one with a leer, one that says “Hello my dear”
Another looks sad, one really bad, another looks really quite queer
Emoji’s show feelings, sorry for misreadings, or crossed fingers to say good luck
There’s a cat, a dog, one that looks like a frog and even a smiling duck

Think about predictive text, what happens next emoji’s pop up everywhere
They’ll say that you’re mad, say that you’re bad, or sat in your underwear
They’ll give you away, you won’t have to say, if you write to someone you hate
Until one day, in a very angry way they’ll just turn up at your gate

Night, night sleep well little emoji’s everywhere.🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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