A 200-day streak (fully-clothed)
200 days
I have posted stuff;
some of it smooth,
most of it rough;
words a-plenty
from the mind of The Barred,
short ones mostly,
the long ones are hard
(“Oo, er, Missus!”
Innuendo is at a premium these days,
so I don’t do smut
and I write clean plays,
where the heroine is spelt correctly,
and the hero arrives directly,
and the plot
is somewhat Shakey,
like a smile from Cyril Blakey –
if you know who he is.)
So, maybe a million words
in 200 days,
if you’ve read as many of them as I have
you must be craze-
e,
or me,
or both!