I Do Dabble in the Art of the Write…

Some do dabble in the mystical arts,

Some do dabble in the stock marts,

While still others do write of farts…

I dabble in the art of the write,

I do so with my wand, & computer, feeling ever so contrite,

I try not to make apologies, they are I, and I have to do the right…  

I do wear my wizard’s hat, when I do dabble herein,

Seems to make me more into the wickedness of it all,

For does not all poetry have some sort of wickedness?

Even the bright and airy, the happy & gay, all poems do some say…

My cauldron filled with poetry books from past and present,

Also for my dinner meal I have in there a pheasant,

Garlic seasoning, salt and pepper, & I have even been able to include a local peasant…

Stirring these ingredients together to make a stew,

To assist me in writing better poetry to read for you,

I could not find an important ingredient, fake gold fish in lieu…

You can tell by this write, my “dabblings” have succeeded,

My muse this day has run amuck, crazier than normal, it has stampeded…

                        © ed ~ 10/16/04