Non the Latter
well then why do i write
if you won't post my poems
on your sight
to me
this is something of a blight
hey putting words in to sentences
can be a fight
after all
that was something a part of me
the works of my creative energy
i feel like i lost
a piece of my body
or left a part of my brain behind
so if you see it laying around
you know it's on my mind
I'd like to read it time and again
so would a few others
I've become sort of a trend
but of course what does it matter
no worries non the latter
it really wasn't worth any clatter
how much did Alice love that old hatter?
Copyright © David Gouse | Year Posted 2012
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