Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Why, Why, Why Can't I

  
     Why can’t I write about ‘clouds wafting on April breezes’
         or ‘buds bursting through pregnant soil’
     
     Is it that an 'explosion of successive allergic sneezes'
         is hard for even me to spoil?

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Karen Jones November 8, 2025 at 11:24 PM Smiles

Darlene De Beaulieu November 8, 2025 at 4:05 PM Hello Gershon, I can not stop laughing. Enjoy your evening my friend. /Darlene/

Kim Rodrigues November 7, 2025 at 10:32 AM Outburst of a poet! Hee hee Gershon Wolf November 8, 2025 at 8:03 PM Just call me 'Mr. T,' i.e., Mr. T. N. T. ~ Dino Mite

Line Gauthier November 7, 2025 at 8:08 AM Love the humour ~ so clever Gershon Wolf November 8, 2025 at 8:08 PM Clever as ever. ~ Fore Lief Clover

sara Etgen-Baker November 7, 2025 at 7:16 AM clever...I, too, am suffering from allergic sneezes Gershon Wolf November 8, 2025 at 8:13 PM And me. I have derrible code in da dose. ~ Ah Chu

Joseph P. DiMino November 7, 2025 at 2:48 AM A good soil helps. I know, driving me nuts too lately. Gershon Wolf November 8, 2025 at 8:22 PM My soil is oil. ~ Mohammed bin Salman