Merle Bush

My poetry has not pleased me
It all sounds the same; a crying shame
Writing 'bout heaven and my heart
Obviously it needs a brand new start
Maybe I'll write about the event of the day
Then I heard about the kids and teacher in GA
Wow, how will I sound now
All sad, depressed and broken down
The definition of poetry is
Verse of the beautiful, elevated, imaginative
So, headlines can't make my rhyme
I need the fabulous to keep my time
Speaking of time, it is almost 5 o'clock
I'm ready to shut down this computer
And turn my key in the lock

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