Good night, Hope, rest well.
On Writing
Prose and poetry,
poetry and prose
makes my head ache
and tickles my nose.
How shall I start
as my eyes start to cross,
I crumple the paper --
Another trashcan toss.
I'm getting quite good
with my paper toss free throw,
Maybe I should stop writing,
NBA forwards go,
A new career to start,
throw away all the paper,
Give my partner a scare -
what a fun caper!
Pen and ink, ink and pen,
printer, paper and scanner,
Come over here, words,
and I'll make you a banner!
Pen and ink, ink and pen,
words bubble and streak,
come home to me now,
and then again next week!