M. L. Kiser Poet Diminished Hexaverse

Late Night Babble

Wishing on a star,
I wanted a car;
But a horse walked by;
Winked its’ big brown eye;
And I had a ride.

The night is late
My horse just ate;
This poem’s sure,
Full of manure.

Still I write
In the night;
Though I’ve not

One thing
To say;

NON.

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Caren Krutsinger September 12, 2018 at 5:34 AM This is fun, sounds like self-talk. The horse's wink is so wise; lures the reader in fast. M. L. Kiser September 12, 2018 at 5:56 AM Thank you; sometimes my Muse wakes me and won't allow me back to sleep. I think that night she may have been somewhat of an insomniac, too.

Dean Wood September 11, 2018 at 11:27 AM It must have been really late! M. L. Kiser September 12, 2018 at 4:12 AM Insomnia at 3am. Thanks for dropping by, Dean.

Line Gauthier September 11, 2018 at 9:49 AM A fun poem, ML. Very amusing. M. L. Kiser September 12, 2018 at 4:12 AM Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.