This Blank White Page

This Blank White Page a poem for you By Franklin Price 4/15/2015 This blank white page is calling me Come write some lines of poetry Some quite verbose and some quite terse Yet all in all they make the verse Where will it go where is the end Will it stop now or more append The words drive on say when to quit I'm thinking now it's the end of it Surprise surprise that was not all The words continue rise and fall Circle round and pass right through To continue on this poem for you What's that you say don't be a bore Stop this right now and close the door Your welcome's gone and to keep a friend This verse really has to be the end You think I care what you opine I think this verse is mighty fine But to keep a friend and not appall I'll make this one the last of all