Life,  Prose

Bad Poetry Day

If you’ve been following along, on August 12, 2016 I broke my leg skating. Yeah, mostly all better 5 years later, but today I came across this. It was an attempt at something almost one year before that, at the same location my leg went boom. I find it funny that on that day, I was not skating. Should have kept it that way.

Oh, you! bad meter and rhyme

Stuck in my head like gum saved on bedpost

Old. Dry. Flavorless.

Till morning I heed the call

And savor its flavor

Till something else comes along

#badpoetryday #notskating

it's easy to say something nice....