Ummm

Ummm

 

Ummm

As I wonder what

I'll write me here

As time towards

My paying work

Doth gallop forth

 

Shall I write of flowers

Growing in a field

Watched by lovers

Picnicing

On their one day off

 

Or shall I write

Of one sad man

Sitting in the park

Long after dark

Trying to sleep

When all he can do

Is bitterly weep

Of his fortunes changed

So awfully

 

Or maybe yet

I'll make me verse

Of a wise old man

Who gardened all the day

While his dear dear wife

Painted in the shade

Of their old oak tree

 

Ummm

It seems indeed

I have me that

And more

As I planted seeds

Of future works

Right before your eyes

 

Ummm

As I wonder what

I'll write me here

Save that I

Need not wonder

As I've written

Much about alot

 

Charles Petrie

 

=-) Is this getting tedious yet? My coming here, afterwards, to pat myself on the back?

Well too bad, I'll keep doing it as long as it amuses me.

LOL. =-p

Tomorrow.