Overuse of my prowling blue hawk eyes........may
bring early onset dementia and dear Bri's demise.
On the other hand, my wife thinks on PH I will find
a prescription to help me slow the slip of my mind.
Oh your correcting of spellings [mustakes] mistakes has been a pain in my nether regions many a time. So happy hunting hawk eyes. Well done on the poem.
I feel honoured! My comment has led you into writing a poem.....! Your scrutinizing eyes, eager to find out others' misspellings will delay the chances of an early onset of dementia...... so keep your hawk eyes wide open!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your 'hawk eyes' help the poets to make their poems mistake-free and prune their superfluous offerings. I have always welcomed it. Just today I wrote a poem on The Language Of Dementia. Hope you can make some time to read it with your 'hawk eyes' and offer a few words.