I guess, a poet's answer
to most everything in life
is, more poetry! Broken
heart, write a poem.
Broken leg, a few more
verse lines to cast. Pipe
breaks, dog bites the neighbor
potential for poetic lines to
savor -- Poetry, poetry, blah,
blah, blah. Woe is me. Doubt
that I will ever be free, in clear
sanity, outside of poetry. Even
my prose, the twitch of my
nose monstrously shows the
presence and influence of
poetry. Bet my yellowish
urine flows are somehow leaks
of poetry. Though I guess, others
think there is greater mess, than
poetry. Ah!~ a potential business
enterprise: Poetry Scoopers! To
market to all you likewise impacted
Poetry Poopers.
Storm trooper in name, in action party poopers,
pizzas like poops, the perfect pooper-scoopers.
Enjoying stuffs stale and stiff,
who cares watchdogs' snap and sniff?
Blockbuster busted, bucking up all its bloopers.
Horses parade
Marching band follows
What was that they stepped in?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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