Sunday, April 27, 2014

Fun is work is Fun

I sit
I stare
A purple chair
Where can my muse darling be?

I sit
I type
A bunch of hype
Playing upon the tv.

I sit
I sigh
The breaths fly by
I forward a sentence or two.

I sit
I babble
In poetry I dabble.
What else can this dry writer do?

I sit
I wiggle
I watch him giggle
Yes, that happened that way.

I sit
I smirk
Work is fun is work.
At least I will finish today.

I sit
I scribble
The cat sleeps in dribble.
Would this turn out different if penned?

I sit
I listen
The rhyme here is glisten.

And that brings this poem to its end.

I hope you have a great day!

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