Gosh it's so easy to fall in a rut.
You kow me, just a little nut.
Here and there I write
A poem of sorts, quite contrite.
As I look down the avenue
On a street I know well.
I try to see the people
With whom I think are swell.
No nonsense, just good words.
Time is for the now.
Yesterday is for the nuts,
And I love them also.
Love ya!
Jane