Yesterday for Poetry Friday, Greg Pincus at GottaBook wrote a limerick about a time-eating poem...I just couldn't let it lie...not lie like not truth...like lie down there and don't anything about it. So my comment had to be a relimerick. (Does this ever stop...now I have gotten another thing in my head that I will have to write...just a minute...I have to bring up Pages and jot a note about another poem I want to write...be right back).
Good. Done. But now I can't stay here long. I have to go write it. You didn't think I could write it that fast, did you? That was just a note to help me remember what I wanted to write about.
A N Y W A Y - - Like I said Greg wrote a poem and I liked it, so I replied in my comments with this that is written below that came to me. So read his first and then come back. I can wait. But not long. I have to go write something else that I wrote on a page in Pages. I don't remember what, so it's a good thing I wrote it down when I did, and that I remember that I did that, as sometimes I forget that I wrote a note down and find it years later.
Okay. Are you back from GottaBook (linked again in case you didn't go there yet)? This is too big a build up now. My poem is not that good. I should write more and profounder stuff for this big a build up. Sorry. But here it is anyway....duh, da-da-daaaah (horn proclamation noises):
Though what you are saying seems sage
I balk at what’s written on page
Though your poem brand new
Will stay timeless, ‘tis true
I don’t need it helping me age!
Thank you for your time... and you don't look a day older!