Rambling Words

I'm tired of being sensible when writing words in rhyme, sometimes I like to rabbit on with garbage every line. The meaning that folk get from this is always new to me, for there's no purpose in my drift that I can ever see. So feel quite free to comment with critique of all sorts. Throw me flowers and roses or point out all my warts. It doesn't really matter how you all respond to me, for this is not the reason that I'm rambling you see. I ramble like a blubbering fool to free words I've not said. The words that if not written down would stay within my head. I throw them out to scatter so you may collect them all and see if you make any sense, the way you see them fall. So feel quite free to comment and educate this fool. Maybe it's you who pick them up who'll find a golden rule, to tell me how to mix them in a really crafty way that makes them not just rubbish, but something that’s grand to say. But till I find the formula for clearing out my mind, I’ll write just utter garbage of the mixed up, mangled kind. I know it not a masterpiece or even worth a read, but hope my words can grow on all who cultivate my seed! Ivor G Davies