Some things are said that should be. But it`s funny too :)
Here's a problem you abpoetic peoples can understand.
What to do with those little bits of scrap leftover after your crafty attempt at wordsmithing?
Try this!
(Oh, and Take that! Too)
Excerpt
Baby Boomer Blues Notes
The constant strain
Too long a drain
Each aching pain
An old refrain
I’m near insane
No rest to gain
If in the main
My name I stain
I still maintain
No wake again
If that’s not plain
Goodbye
