[NicknamedBob]

Courage!

I take my courage liquidly,
So smoothly it slips down.
And then I’m ready to take on,
The toughest guys in town!

Perhaps I would do better,
To look inside myself,
And drag the lion from my heart,
Instead of from a shelf.

I know it’s there inside me,
I hear it mewl and hiss!
And when I try to fetch it out,
“Don’t drag me into this!”

Someday it might grow up a bit,
What do these things consume?
Somehow it doesn’t seem to thrive,
In dark corners of the room.

Perhaps a little sunshine,
And fresh air is what it needs.
It seems you cannot win first prize,
Displaying only seeds.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . November 17, 2005

[Alice au Wonderland]

I'm awed by your ability to compose poetry!

Sorry for the delay in my response, but my alter-ego, Prof. Alice, decided to use her venomous, red-inked quill on an idiot on another thread.

How many mason jars do you need and for what purpose, may I ask? Is it for liquid courage or canned stamina?