Bungling Boggles Poem by JoAnn McGrath

Bungling Boggles


I still sit here each night and reflect.
Then write a few words with the utmost respect.
You see It just boggles my mind,
that here I am rhyming with time.
If you knew me 30 years ago.
It would be the farthest from the truth to be told.
English was not my forte you see.
I had to be tutored to just get a 'C'.
And when it can time to speak what I wrote,
the bungling words just stuck in my throat.
Still to this day it's hard to 'say' what I mean.
It boggles my mind that I can pen with esteem.


10 May 2007