A ditty drafted on a palm

What miracle happened on

his palm, happened by his mem’ry

one day he could not say, be-

cause he'd been too young.

 

A genius,what? oh, yes! a poem

splurged in ink all over, in

a meter on his fingers--

curl-e, cue-

e, and... whole-

e

s**t!

 

that’s brilliant, the miracle

on his palm is,

print.

Reviews

[Solar]

Have to hand to ya - quite a feat! :D

[D.G]

Thanks, Solar! And clever little review!
I'm always inspired by such "bon mots."

read moreThanks, Solar! And clever little review!
I'm always inspired by such "bon mots."

Thanks again!