Original Poetry by.....

Writer’s Block

Alas, my love, the written word,

Has been replaced with legalese turd.

No creativity!

No fun at all!

But I’ll use it later…

I’m strongly assured.

The Banquet

No soup. No veggies.

Or nary some bread.

But the diners were hungry.

No complaints in their head.

They ate with gusto,

Felt oh so much cheer,

Leaned back to relax,

And dreamt of tall beer.

The meal was delicious.

The men ate it with glee.

But the Queen was not happy.

With Mr. Dudley.

Schmanswers

A question was asked.

I received no good answer.

Because “it depends”.