GROAN

I must thank you, for the praise
That you just sent my way
For it’s not often you reply
Or have something to say

I write these prose as best I can
Providing WIZDUMBs to the masses
Lifting spirits, and warming hearts
To get them, off their asses

 
Some are good, and others bad
But, I try my best each day
So don’t bemoan, those that I’ve blown
You’ll put my mind in disarray

 
It does at times, just wander off
Which seems a bit risqué
And other times, that flash of light
Is just an old cliché

 
So do not be, so quick to judge
It is mere prose, for Heaven’s sake
And I am but, a poor old man
Who doesn’t need, that headache
BOEMS BY JA 154