Our lives are filled with forms <br />we have to fill in, almost on a daily basis. <br />Most want a detailed description <br />of our entire life. <br />Date of birth, date of death. <br />You silly iriots if I was dead <br />I wouldn’t be filling in this form! <br /> <br />What about some of the other silly questions they ask. <br />There is always one or two. <br />What gender are you male, female or other. <br />If other, please explain. <br />I scratched my head. <br />I am a cross between a mongoose <br />and a little green man. <br /> <br />Why must they always put other <br />when they ask a question? <br />How do you get to work, <br />walk, bike, bus, train, car or other. <br />A friend came across that question once. <br />He simply ticked other and then went on to explain <br />that he went to work on an egg. <br /> <br />Now about these forms <br />that seem to dominate our lives. <br />During our lifetime, <br />we probably fill in enough forms <br />to stretch around the world and back again <br />if they were placed end to end. <br />Writer’s moan about writer’s cramp, <br />I moan about form cramp and that is that.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forms-fun-poem-38/
