for a Monday night

Well that’s a very sad story
to possibly have to go to bed on.
First remedy that comes to mind
is to compose and then offer
a humble prayer an emergency

team is free to bring us a bundle
of levity. And it just so happens
to be our good fortune the damsels
presently rapt in gymnastics and dance
are unfettered with reasons

to be too far from this general
grid of yards. There is a mystical
whistle by which they will hearken
and hasten here and with tugs
at tiny bows, those moods must dissipate.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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