My next poem
was going to be short –
or so I thought;
but, it has a mind of its own,
And wanted to roam,
here, there, and, well,
everywhere.
Luckily, I took the reins,
and kept it to under 12 lines.
Line 10: this poem was going to be about life, the universe, and everything you can see,
Line 11: sadly, we ran out of lines.
I like this
I’m glad that you do – it brings worth to my efforts. Thank you. Have a lovely day. G:)