Well That Flopped

It’s a rainy Friday’s Eve
I’m sitting near Sally Ann
who’s banging it out on the piano man
about angry dwarves’ revenge

A day februckt
a goose half-cooked
a poem I never finish
I lose inspiration after the bell

what was going (if not well)
somewhere north of hell
Dwarven Revenge is fantasy art
a faked ****** of the heart

Friday’s Eve becomes Monday’s ****
~
NM
03/02/20