Run with It…

Finding a theme for poem or story,

One has to run with it to its ultimate glory,

Or use up all the museful ideas till it seems so gory,

If I had a son I would name him Corey…

Hey what do you want, it rhymed?

Realize do I that poetry does not have to rhyme,

But to run with the theme I find I must add a pinch of thyme,

Cooking and baking has never been a strong suit of mine…

To run with a thought,

First I must that thought sought,

My spelling and grammar program has with me fought,

I won out, I am the king, the boss, the owner of the computer,

The computer did try but of the virus I had not caught…

        © ed ~ 5/5/05