Good Mornin’ well here we be. After twenty four,
A new day has arrived and full of bluster.
Shake yer head ta get the cobwebs out
The nights been dreamy, the new days an adjuster.
Sure, I ken me English, leaves much to be desired
But after all, where would we be without some change
Life’s a ball, so whatha hell, make music while ye may
So far, do I make sense, am I keeping within range
Of what’s indeed expected of one considered sane?
Well now, I read this drivel over and have me doubts
Should I be loose to think on me own, or in captivity
There ye go now, so far I’m ahead ‘fore I get the rout.
But before I go, truthfully now, have I entertained
Or did you take your leave and say, gosh, what a bore?
You are right, I’ve abused my claim to be a writer
I will put my pen away tho, I May return with more.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
July 31, 2011