Not speakin’ here any jive,
If you see my humor,
Or maybe just my muse,
Please grab them, dead or alive…
Brain dead of late I’ve been,
My muse and humor I haven’t seen,
To find it either way would be ultra keen,
If it should act in anyway mean,
Just with it you should scream obscene…
Then let me know where it is,
So I can pick it up & all that biz,
Without I can’t even pass a quiz,
Never have I claimed to be much of a whiz…
© ed J 6/12/07
Pot kills brain cells. So does poetry.
Ron
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Love Stinka
If so...I know where it is...or was to say the least.
Al
Good luck!
Dan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I'm with E.T. You can write without a muse, my friend. This poem proves it!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Bein smart as usual
Chezza
Georg
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