07-19-2013, 02:01 PM
Might I confess
To a bit of darkness.
I do my best poetry
From out the corner room
At Happy Valley
Where I takes them fritters
And turns 'em into
Rhymes and meters.
As to the parties
To the process,
It's no less than of course:
The corner for the writer
While the rubber for the reader.
To a bit of darkness.
I do my best poetry
From out the corner room
At Happy Valley
Where I takes them fritters
And turns 'em into
Rhymes and meters.
As to the parties
To the process,
It's no less than of course:
The corner for the writer
While the rubber for the reader.