OVER AND OVER
[Poetry]
By Richard E. Noble

I say the same thing over.
I say it over and over.
I say the same thing over;
over, and over, and over.

I say the same thing over.
I’m a lover, a rover, a drover.
I say the same thing over;
over, and over, and over.

I say the same thing over.
Sometimes I say “moreover”,
but I say the same thing over and over;
over and over, and over.

I say the same thing over.
I grow older, and older, and older,
but I say the same thing over and over;
over, and over, and over.

I say the same thing over.
I say it as I grow older and older.
But, now, let me say “moreover”,
because I’m getting tired of saying the same thing,
over, and over, and over.

I say the same thing over.
I say it over and over.
I say it now bolder and bolder.
But, I say it over and over;
over, and over, and over.

I say it with a glance over my shoulder.
I say it peeking from behind a huge boulder.
But, I say the same thing over and over;
over, and over, and over.

But, in conclusion, I would like to say
“moreover”, because, as you know, I have now said
the same thing over and over;
over, and over, and over.

I’ve said it from behind my back,
and over my shoulder.
But, I’ve said the same thing over and over;
over, and over, and over.

You don’t notice it, I suppose,
because sometimes I say “moreover”
But, really, I assure you, I’m saying the same thing over and over;
over, and over, and over.

If you go back to the beginning
and read what I’ve said ... over,
you will find that I have said the same thing over, and over;
over, and over, and over.

Occasionally, I’ve said “moreover”,
but from the beginning to the end,
(I wouldn’t lie, my friend.)
I’ve said the same thing over and over;
over, and over, and over.

I’ve said it when younger, and when older.
I’ve said it from behind my back and over my shoulder.
I’ve said it while peeking from behind a huge boulder,
but, believe it or not, I’ve said the same thing over and over;
over, and over, and over.