Busy week, No time to run. Need a break, And a little fun. Maybe the weekend, It's drawing near. What if it's swamped? That's a real fear. The out of doors, They call my name. The air in here, Just ain't the same. In a sea of busy I could drown, If some of these things don't slow down.
I’m a bad poet. That’s why I have Bad Poetry Thursday. If I were a good poet, then perhaps this would be Good Poetry Thursday or just Poetry Thursday maybe. Being a bad poet isn’t enough to stop me though, for the only way to improve is keep on keeping on.
And besides, poetry, even bad, is a good way to express yourself. You should try it!
So here I go! Maybe one day it will get better, or even good…
Good poetry? Maybe one day my friends, but don’t hold your breath.
Thanks for stopping by! Hopefully you found something in this bad poem to like.
