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all the ships at sea.......
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to Monitor the Merrimacs
is not a job I'd want, no thanx.....
'least it goes on where it is safe...
where needs are met, some with a strafe,
a cudgel, yes, but most in fun...
with grains of salt for everyone.......
better here than in the street,
where bullets and bodies sometimes meet.....
oh, please, don't take a shot at me....
I'm cowardly, at best, you see,
and would go running, all in tears.....
shaking, sighing, fraught by fears....
I had enough of the (pseudo) intellectual 'dozens'
in early years.........and by closer than cousins...
as I suspect, we all have had...but now, I'm so damm good, I'm 'bad'! !
ya gotta get the stuff all out....
...and still see, mirror'd, a crumbless snout...! ! ? ?
if this all be but dust, illusions...
well, drat-it-anyhow...........sketch your own conclusions...
maybe, keep an eraser by your side.......
.....stuff skews and strews.......a thumpy ride.........
all in all.it's pretty good..........in this creative neighborhood...
signed, of course,
'Mrs. Rogers'.....
with love to all...coots, sprouts'n'codgers........
PS......I have rhyme disease.....
oh, understand....'forgive' me, please...
PPS......going through a 'ruffled' patch.....? ? ! ! ? ?
what the hey....we itch....we scratch......
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Alison Cassidy (4/4/2008 2:09:00 AM)
I assume from these merry words that you've been visiting the forum - a lively place no doubt, but one which rarely inspires me to visit, let along contribute to the endless stuff that spews onto the screen like meat from mum's old mincer. You're right of course, it's better than fighting in the streets. Sadly persons personalize critique and offense is invariably the result. Ho Ho. Better to be bold and with rhyme and wit laugh at all the pomposity of it. You poetry is always a breath of fresh air. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |
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