On a Friday morning I weighed the options
Of a moment of minor infarctions
The scales of which
Were slightly tipped
In soupy goop called rhetoric
Not to be confused with Benedict
It’s to my lament
That was my descent
of literary compote
That is all she wrote !
But to be a verse
In what is an absurd curse
You had best be a verb !
And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else...
I hope my readers will find my blog relatable to the idiosyncrasies , craziness and flaws that we all have. If you are perfect, I'm sorry and congratulations .This might not be the feeble attempt at a blog for you .PLEASE email me and give me your secret. It will save me a lot writing .
I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I apologize but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “.
You see where I am going with this. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book .