Poem poem where are thee? I search my sorry brain, Words floating in the mushy grey Matter not when blocked and slain. Verse oh verse where did you go? I fumble, find you not, Dear reader my apologies

Today a catastrophic blur A loathsome misadventure, Once again I found myself Encumbered deep indenture. Yesterday a rhyming post Now reading quite prophetic, Albeit disappointing, worse Predictably pathetic.