Got this writer down on his knee’s,

Gasping for thought, my muse asphyxiating,

Just watch it if I do pass any cheese…J

Hey, I may have re-found my funny bone,

I wish it would have called though maybe it had no phone,

A car winding up in the not so distant distances,

Just the other side of the woods, could over there toss a stone…

Writing while high, who the hell does wonder why,

Well, I must wonder, as I did write this clunker, making me cry,

Did ya ever listen to a train whistle pretty far away,

What if anything did you surmise it to say,

Maybe I just need therapy…SIGH…!

© ed J 5/2/07