Saturday, January 23, 2010

Delay in Posting

My wife's been in the hospital, so verse
Has sat in second place to her condition.
She sits there, in some version of perdition,
While we watch, wait, and hope it gets no worse,
Carouse, cry, call for cabbages, and curse,
Pretending it's a saucy new rendition
Of an old song in a new edition.
We're flinging crap, to make the crowds disperse.

Well, anyway, my wife's been awfully sick,
So I was much too worried to write much,
And what I've written lacks the common touch
I try for; where my rivals like the trick
Of strange inversions laid on pretty thick,
Meanwhile, I have avoided any such.

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