OF COURSE THEY DIDA Poem by VolAt Stogies, my beer and tobacco bar, I hang out with poets, writers, and good friends. We bring the stuff we’ve written, and drink to the health of our muse. Once we asked a cute blond to tell us what to write about for the following Friday. “The Scottish play,” because that’s where she’s from.
We like to use our pens, but what can you say about Shakespeare?
It’s been done, and the week is up... Thursday night, I lay in bed, dry as Papa’s sense of humor, when I wondered, after he died and cursed the bone-movers, did they let him into heaven? After all, he invented the human being, put us in the Twilight Zone with Macbeth, gave us mid-summer dreams, and put eternity on our lips and in our eyes,but best of all, he made Falstaff, our patron saint, to teach us the art of worship. © 2024 VolReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 28, 2024 Last Updated on January 28, 2024 AuthorVolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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