34 days on and a snag pops out
That I have not thought about
What of the days when I can’t get on-line
If the computer does its best to crash
Or the internet after having a bash
Decides that it wont let me connect this time
So as a remedy today
I have found another way
Of keeping the quest ploughing on once more
I will stick to the half hour a day
And spew out rhyme my usual way
And keep the poems filed away in store
For when I get on line again
And can abandon paper and pen
And type and click and post and put on show
Same goes for if on holiday
If I grab a week away
You’ll have to bear a load of bilge in one go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem