A Winter Poet's PlightThe winter is here,A Winter Poet's Plight18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sadly I fear,
I haven't this season been napping.
Instead of my sleep,
I solemnly keep
away at my laptop a-tapping.
For artistry calls within my home's walls,
and tells me to write more and more.
So my fingers flurry 'cross keys in a hurry
'till my Sta.sh has all it may store.
But Christmas is nigh!
So I will supply
more poems for Deviant's site.
Until I am deep at my desk fast asleep,
dreaming of my Christmas night.