Had I more
time
I’d climb a
tree
I’d play
much more
than middle
C,
I’d pour
myself another drink
and care
much less
of what you
think,
I’d scramble
up
my silly
verse –
Instead of i
I’d put e
first,
I’d have the
bunny
chase the
owl
and make up
words
without a
vowel,
Had I more
time
I’d not lament
of how it’s
gone
or how it
went,
I’d simply
end this pesky drama
not with a
dot
but with a
comma,
so there
1 comment:
I’ll hate it when you’re out of ink, because you always make me think! You stimulate my brain more than Mark Twain.
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