In a Word…

I won’t make this long,

As I realize you have a life,

This poem will be surgical,

We will use a knife,

To shorten its length, yes with a slice…

The word herein you have been awaiting,

The one this writer has be around skating,

I am sorry, I don’t want to be grating,

As you are sitting there all ready and waiting…

But there is not an actual word herein,

The title of the poem is just me, for you, baiting,

I drew you in, to see what I wrote,

I don’t want to give you a bum steer,

But there are no special words herein I quote,

Just the fun of playing & learning with words,

Most of which are seemingly stuck in my throat…

                     © ed – 4/8/04