Written by: Charles Clive

I sit here, you see, a cat on my knee, and pen, which I like to keep near. I hope, you will see, how hard it will be to pluck a few lines from thin air. I sit here, you see, I want to be free to find a few words, which will rhyme. I make this great plea, oh where can they be? I wait as the Muse takes her times. I fret here, you see, with cold cups of tea; I look and I gaze and I stare. So, here I will be, the cat and just me, but NOT with some verse - I can share. ~
For David's One to One Competition. (Using words with only one syllable.) 1/27/2013 Not Placed.