Aha My Clock’s Turned Sunday

Aha my clock’s turned Sunday Saturday’s out of sight Come on mind, don’t let me down Whatever can I write? (Mind…think….think….) Poet what you looking at? A page that’s bloody blank I need a poem on it for My editor to frank (Mind…think….think….think….think….think….) But Sunday is my day of rest You’ll have to wait ’tilContinue reading “Aha My Clock’s Turned Sunday”

My Neurons Now Want Cap N

When I first met Thalia, I referred to her as muse Thalia She was not happy. She thought she was more special than just your ordinary garden-variety muse. She wanted Muse Thalia. Knowing how important it is to keep one’s muse happy I obliged. Anyhow, my neurons think they might try it now. What’s thatContinue reading “My Neurons Now Want Cap N”