Poetry: "Hit the Ball"
Hit the ball right out the park
Play the game until it's dark
Catch the ball inside your glove
And the fans will show you love... (tbc?)
They (whoever they are) say that if a monkey or monkeys had access to a typewriter(s) (or word processor) they would eventually produce the equivalent of the Works of Shakespeare. The following blog includes subversive and back of the envelope poetry, occasional essays, and sometimes even short fiction.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Recent Poetry in the Works
Recent Poetry in the Works:
"Paige" A work in progress
A writer named Paige
Flew into a rage
When her publisher failed to publish
THe drivel she wrote
Couldn't keep her afloat
To even pay her rent
She couldn't even make a dent
So she worked like a slave
For a bad boss named Dave
She lived a life of regret
That is one thing to bet
Live your dreams
Or live out life at the seams
Of regret and unhappiness... (tbc?)
"I'd rather blog..." A work in progress
I'd rather blog that jog
I don't like to sweat
My mind it will let
Creativity take me much farther... (tbc?)
"Paige" A work in progress
A writer named Paige
Flew into a rage
When her publisher failed to publish
THe drivel she wrote
Couldn't keep her afloat
To even pay her rent
She couldn't even make a dent
So she worked like a slave
For a bad boss named Dave
She lived a life of regret
That is one thing to bet
Live your dreams
Or live out life at the seams
Of regret and unhappiness... (tbc?)
"I'd rather blog..." A work in progress
I'd rather blog that jog
I don't like to sweat
My mind it will let
Creativity take me much farther... (tbc?)
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