I had a poem the other day
it sprung from my head like a little
and roared off into battle,
waving a little sword and shield
before I was able to grasp it
and pin it here, tacked down
like a museum sample
and displayed on my wall.
but it flapped it’s little paper wings,
and flew off.
It was decent too, which is a shame.
Now, it’s somewhere off the coast of Africa
causing a tornado in Texas.
21 hours ago