Ok, here you go

I may as well keep feeding this blog.  Who know, maybe I will run out of old poetry to post here and by necessity of keeping this blog alive, write new stuff.  This one's fun.

The audacity of me to create something free

Where no thing was found before.

To sit in my room and type until noon

And write what I like to call poetry.

But is it enough to write off the cuff

And rhyme as my mind sees fit.

And give no thought as to what I was taught

Or what others may think about it. 

No contest is won by this scribbling fun

Or book has been filled with the stuff.

But tired all day, I come home and say

What my mind can’t think properly of.