Well I'm writing away

Not hoarding my words

For a rainy day.

Who knows where this will go.

Oh! No!

It's begining to rhyme.

Though surely not a crime,

It's definitely time

To end this verse.

For to make sense of this poem

Might make you curse.

So before you go mad

I'm off to bed.

Joanna Ballard - May 30, 1989