Poems & Sonnets Date : 08-Jun-90 From : Dale Malone To : Mark WoodsonSubject : More Poetry Less Talk
MW> Words of banter and pleasant conversation
MW> cloud the air surrounding me
It has gotten better of late.
MW> The air I myself had helped to make
MW> The air I myself had to breathe in
MW> Until the air was hard to breathe
MW> Until I had forgotten why I was
MW> breathing it in, in the first place
I know, you get caught up in it and it tends to continue, on and on and on and . . . .
MW> Until what I came for I had lost
MW> And so I screamed to all who could hear
MW> MORE POETRY LESS TALK!!!!!!
O.K., no need to be obnoxious.
I feel a glimmer of a poem
Something about life in far off Rome,
Then I decide to change the pace
Turn one eighty, come about-face.
Hello Pixie, and how are you?
Allison, your hope-chest made me blue.
Patricia, I miss your posts of winners.
Andrew, Oops, the Bard, please, more of sinners.
Jenny, please write me something
more.
Chris, take me with your words to a distant shore.
I love to chat with all you callers,
I'm afraid I've been a catalyst to dear Mark's hollers!
So I terminate this little ditty,
Gotta go check chit-chat then off to the city.
To all loquacious wanderers here,
Let me wish you well, be of good cheer!
At this point I draw the line,
Stuck to the subject, ain't that fine?
See what Mark thought of my efforts!
Written by Dale E. Malone and maybe Mark Woodson, So, should Mark be satisfied?
The Great & Wonderful Kahuna wants to know!
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