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.