Thursday, November 10, 2005
A Piece of Bubble GumI'm sure the world shares my sense of loss at all the poetry that could have been -- should have been. If only.
A piece of bubble gum will never die,
It'll live on and on without a sigh.
Man chews it up and throws it away,
Only to find it on his shoe someday.
Certainly if I ever decide to write any more there must be some lofty journal that would love to showcase the return of such talent to the realm of the muse.
Or perhaps someone knows if Hallmark's Novelty Cards section accepts unsolicited submissions? No? Oh well, their loss.