The internet is out and I am in
a hot spot hurry: forced to write quickly,
And figure out what makes sense in context,
I will do my best if you have not guessed.
I’ll write a line here and a rhyme right there,
Something to make sense of the subject I have
picked. It may make sense – it may be nonsense –
But it will satisfy requirements
Of this once fun and now futile test.
A little blank verse for a day when my head is drawing a blank.