Surrender
I cant do it,
I admit defeat,
I bow to you Zebra,
At your stupendous feat
At your stupendous feat
When I try to pen a pome,
Only nonsense flows out,
You have a gift,
Thats without a doubt!
Once I begin,
I don’t know how to end,
The middle is just a blur,
What an awful predicament!
So I lay down my pen,
With relief on my face,
And lovingly pick up a brush,
I sure know my place!
I don’t know how to end,
The middle is just a blur,
What an awful predicament!
So I lay down my pen,
With relief on my face,
And lovingly pick up a brush,
I sure know my place!
HAHAHAHAHA! THIS POME MAKES ME WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING TRULY FATASTIK (it's morale boosting). definitely egotistically satisfying. :D I wish you were online right now! I want talk to you really badly. We just haven't been coming online simultaneously!
ReplyDeleteI have also put away the paintbrush for the moment to concentrate on the pen (been using the keyboard for my creative works only very sparingly. the pen feels good!). I'm better at writing my images into poems than painting them.
Shall post up CHIMP's work now. I'm been super crazy busy--not lazy. If only my school would assign me stories to write, not essays! I mean we're studying poetry and I was really looking forward to getting nice pointers about composing my own poetry, but no, we must write essays about other people's poetry. I HATE THE WORD "essay" WITH A PASSION! In my next life--there's not enough time in the present one--I shall revolutionize the school system.
You do need to come online so I can vent some more about writerly troubles. I have much else to tell you as well. Seriously my mind has a gazillion thoughts right now that start with "I have to tell her this," or "we need to laugh over this" GET YOUR CHICKEN BUTT ONLINE!