GROAN

I must thank you, for the praise

That you just sent my way

For it’s not often you reply

Or have something to say

 

I write these prose as best I can

Providing WIZDUMBs to the masses

Lifting spirits, and warming hearts

To get them, off their asses

 

Some are good, and others bad

But, I try my best each day

So don’t bemoan, those that I’ve blown

You’ll put my mind in disarray

 

It does at times, just wander off

Which seems a bit risqué

And other times, that flash of light

Is just an old cliché

 

So do not be, so quick to judge

It is mere prose, for Heaven’s sake

And I am but, a poor old man

Who doesn’t need, that headache

BOEMS BY JA 154