Monday, August 20, 2007

POETIC INERTIA

I can't think of a thing to write
I must not be so very bright.
You can't squeeze blood out of a turnip
That's what my mother used to chirrup.
It's no use trying to be a bard
When saying the words comes way too hard.
I'd better stop this "verse"
Before it becomes worse.

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