Writing A Novel Poem by Phil Soar
Writing A Novel
I thought I'd write a novel
But it seemed an epic task
A story of a bandit
In the west, who wore a mask
I wrote a page of garbage
And went for a lie down
And thought of how the bandit
Might have rode into our town
I raised myself out of the bed
And went downstairs to type
I saw that our door was open
And someone had stole my bike
It put me in a quandry
Maybe I'd asked for that
By writing stuff about a thief
I ask you, What a twat! .
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5/3/2024 2:56:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This I can relate to you Phil. These days a person can't leave anything out. Someone recently broke into my van and stole quite a few things. In fact someone recently stole my license plate off my van and put it on a stolen vehicle. Good thing the cops phoned me and brought it back to me. I especially got a good laugh at your last line. Take care Phil.