Some thoughts are feeble at best
But they get posted with the rest,
I can't be any wonder with words.
They just flow like a drainage cap.
Seldom do I ponder how they will sound.
Not an egotist hoping to astound.
Just an old duffer plodding along,
Hoping to amuse you, like singing a song.
Be it as it may, my wods ramble on.
Too old to know how to be different.
Who gives a cows ass if I were,
No one I'm aware of.
Love ya!
Jane