There once was a knock at the door And I went to see who ’twas for “But there’s nobody there,” I said into the air “I shall open this door no more!”
“Oh wait, oh wait, my very tall friend Words from afar your Medium friends send I’m here to regale you Or perhaps assail you… Interpretation is yours in the end”
I looked to my feet down below And wouldn’t, oh wouldn’t, you know? A tiny little man With a fine-looking tan Was standing there, cheeks all aglow
“Well, hello there and please do come in And let the regaling begin I’m all for good words My faves to be heard Praise for me lately’s been far too thin”
The smaller man entered the house And I hollered out loud, “Hey, spouse! Come hear me be praised ‘Bout my writing these days Then we’ll see…
I’m a cyclist, bassist, writer, poet, songwriter and retired USAF pilot. My logbook's permanently closed, but day by day I’m still working on the rest.
