Skimped and Home Limped

Skimped and Home Limped There was this comment I would dread My poems are poor and not well-read Be within reach of their understanding Is what the readers were demanding. Before you find out that I have died My poems will be written so simplified Could be read and understood by me Words with syllables only up to three. How many feelings can you find to hurt? And on back wife never likes my shirt Color of my clothes she does deplore Which I will never wear any more. Anything personal should never take You do things way wife tries to make And not being a fool with a loose tool Now can suffer any amount of ridicule. With this will you have any familiarity And have found it all was Horn hilarity That would not ever breed any contempt No one liked my poems and home limped. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC