Sorry to Shel Silverstein
By Roger ~ May 19th, 2004. Filed under: Poetry.
I will not do a blog today
Said little Roger Lee Brasslett
(it’s French, so pronounce Brass-lay…this time)
My tummy hurts, I’m feeling sick
My fingers’ worn down to the quick
My eyesight’s weak, the monitor’s dim
My chances of making sense are slim
My keyboard’s broke, my monitor’s old
I cannot seem to type in bold
I’m out of 1s, my 0s (zeros) are low
My data has nowhere to go
No one is reading, are you still there?
I really cannot seem to care
I will not blog, that’s what I won’t do
So now take this! I’ll show you!
Ooops, seems like I’m blogging anyways
Good thing that I don’t type for praise
May 19th, 2004 at 11:24 am
May 19th, 2004 at 1:02 pm
A blast. Actually I can’t wait for the day to end.
May 19th, 2004 at 3:04 pm
you know… shel is one of my favorites… nice work there on yer poem…
May 20th, 2004 at 9:41 am
Shel is one of my favorites, too. I’m reading Where the Sidewalk Ends to my wife some nights at bedtime and I have Falling Up in the car for sunny days when I want to spend lunchtime outside.
May 21st, 2004 at 10:06 am
Shel Rocks! :rmfo: