You Ask For It You Got It

This is a poem about me My name I Tricia I don't like being me cause I am sick in the head I have had brain surgery and it makes it hard to spell and ryme And in poetry we all know these are thing that are a must And having said this I must confess that spell check can't help with word unless you get enough letter for help and if not you are just SOL Before I got sick I was quite quick with my wit But the doctor zig when he shoud have zag and scrammled my egg So there just ain't enough sourdough starter to make my bread rise anymore I struggle with every poem I turn out and if it places I am happy But if not I don't write to win I won when I posted I complete So if you see a poem by me think that she has had a hard time in getting it here If you do decide to read be a dear Comment without care I wear BIG GIRL PANITES you can knock them down If you dare I will just pull them back up, climb on my high horse, and write away Tricia 9/12/2014