A Really Silly Moment

I get so bored when I can’t write.
It feels so wrong when I don’t write.
(Get it?. Write, wrong?) ****! Ding ****!
Among the songs I’ve ever sung
(I am a singer, after all)
The throng that’s hung around
That sound like music in my head,
The syllables that bubble forth,
A babble like a gaggle of slim glossy geese -
(Not the least bit schmalz obese
And definitely not for roasting)
On this shoestring of a playful thread
(Line six to see the rhyme to ‘head’
This poet (me)
Is off to see awful TV.
Anyway I’ve had my ‘fix’
Of perky, quirky tricks today.

A Really Silly Moment 12.1.2020 A Sense Of the Ridiculous II; Arlene Nover Corwin