I can't believe I erred again
and blotched my monotetra pen.
I showed up as an alien
and clucked as some old ailing hen.
I need to dust computer keys
so I won't write like amputees
now that I have two better knees;
my writing now should be a breeze.
On Tuesday I'll be at my house;
at night it's quiet as a mouse.
Perhaps I'll write again and douse
this thread and not be such a louse.
sLightly red, Daniel