a king and his jesters
a pizza and its crusts
a poet and his possibilities.
to absurd, ahem, to have heard
a rhyme is to steal it,
but no harm is inferred
if you don't turn a profit.
a poem and the subtleties
a sculptor and her busts a leper's wound festers.
we all do what we must.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...