adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Empty Page, a poem

Empty Page

I had a page with nothing on it,
So I sat down and wrote a sonnet;
This is not it, I know you can tell,
But I assure you that it's swell!

The lines are longer than in this poem,
With lots of words, just 'cause I know 'em,
And deep thoughts thrown in by the dozen —
Enough to keep the critics buzzin'!

Perhaps I'll let you read it some day,
Or maybe decide to toss it away;
That happens sometimes, I am afraid,
I go and rain on my own parade.

But don't believe that I would think
Of quitting when my poems stink;
I'll find another empty page —
I'm not about to leave the stage!

Stephen Brooke ©2015

pure doggerel --- it shows up when I should be working on Serious Stuff

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