Out on a Limb…
Yes I am out on that proverbial limb,
Or so I do seem to be hanging over the brim,
Wish do I that I was a bit more trim,
Then this limb that I am holding onto,
Might take longer to break,
I shouldn’t have eaten all that cake…
Wrote more than I can recall,
Over this past weekend and all,
I ran out of things to say,
No more messages are coming my way,
From my muse, my lil’ writers elf, maybe I need to get laid…?
Say it isn’t so, say I did not over extend,
I tried my best today to write something good I do portend,
But try as I might, I came up with only crap,
Need I do to grab my muse again in a trap,
For if I do not do so, I may just become another boring sap…
© ed ~ 10/11/04
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your writing is not crap. you may write about crap, but that doesn't make it so. :)
i love your writes--don't rush, just let the words come to you. or do what i do--start typing and see what unfolds before you--i don't always have to think about it, it just comes :)
see if that helps--(((HUGS))), love and prayers, karla. :)
From my muse, my lil’ writers elf, maybe I need to get laid…?
Uh, was this poem written by Ed, or by Rufuz? Inquiring minds want to know because Ed truly did write tons of poems this weekend, and Rufuz put out a few hints and messages - again - about still being a virgin.
Or, maybe this post is a Mind Meld between both. Fascinating!
Head up shoulders back...yip!!
feel better now!!
Write on Ed!!
lvoe Tinka
Allen