It’s time to fire up my blog and add to the poetic smog. Marching thus, to April’s drum may cause my muse to pause, mid-strum and harp on my poetic lack of will toward permanent attack. Didactic, though, I strive to be; And write with pure sincerity.
I’ll do my best to rail, and preach and by such arts, some poor soul reach assuring them they are not mad but yes, the world IS worse than bad. I’m sorry that I lack the power to versify upon a flower. (Leave that for some other, later blithe pathetic poetaster.)
Where’s my muse? (They must have maced her.)
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I forgot to start posting my NaPoWriMo poems to HP -- Here they come!