Just Nothing…
Nothing to write,
Nothing to say,
Nothing comes to light,
Nothing today…
Ran out of gas,
On writing I will pass,
Even now just a boring task,
Out in the sunshine I do bask…
Till rain clouds do come,
Putting a damper on some,
For us we are happy to be home,
Nothing more to write about,
We, on the internet do roam…
© ed ~ 5/12/05
Sandie.
Bob H
Love Tinka
Pour two Pina Coladas - one for yourself, and one for your Muse; wait, on second thought, pour three - I'll join you!