tyrsia

I know a man named Bob Whom no on else can see. We have adventures together. We write lots of poems. Sometimes, he is a ray of sunshine. Sometimes he's not. We tried to tie a Gordian knot. I did better than Bob. Bob got mad, pulled out his death ray, But I told him to calm down and see How each new event was a poem. So we cut the Gordian knot, together. We are always together Even when we're not. As I write this poem I can look up, and see Bob Through the screen. He can see Me, absorbing the cathode rays. He sings: so la ti re I sing with him together. He says he hopes to see Us never doing that again…not Because of Bob,