In the “Semi-Conscious” – I mean “Semi-Annual" - Serious Poetry Contest over in the City, one of the submissions that didn’t make it to the final round opened with this line, “Love, Oh Love, My heart is like my bladder…”
A writer writes to say
that he hasn’t written in
since the last time.
Then there was
this other guy
who HAD no explanation,
If you need to seek verification for what you know, save some effort, you don’t need verification; whatever it is – you’ve got it. (My assistant asks if it’s possible to UNDER cook the subtle?)
Over on a certain rather angular planet,
“RSVP” at the bottom of the card
means you were invited by accident.