Short Skew Poems

Skew-Whiff

Listen to poem:

see the seesaw sea
send its waves to rock 
the barrel stave wooden seahorse 
to and fro, askew and slow

though I'm feeling 
skew-whiff in the waddle
and iffy sickly not well
I think I'll stay
riding the bare-back bronco
to whittle the whiles away 
letting the be, what's may
till the break of day