Groan

I must thank you, for the praise That you just sent my way For it’s not often you reply Or have something to say I write these prose as best I can Providing WIZDUMBs to the masses Lifting spirits, and warming hearts To get them, off their asses Some are good, and others bad But, I try my best each day So don’t bemoan, those that I’ve blown You’ll put my mind in disarray It does at times, just wander off Which seems a bit risqué And other times, that flash of light Is just an old cliché Thus do not be, so quick to judge It is mere prose for Heaven’s sake And I am but, a poor old man Who doesn’t need, that headache BOEMS BY JA 154