I’m too busy to write a new poem.
Too busy to write the next line.
Too busy for meter and rhythm.
Too busy to think of a rhyme.
Too busy, but I just can’t help it.
Too busy to write something new.
Too busy, but that doesn’t matter.
I’m too busy, but what can I do?
I’m so busy and I must lament
I’m too busy to make a comment
but I did anyway – well done.
And I’m far too busy to thank you…
…but I did anyway. (thank you!)
I’ve too much to do,
To write here to you,
I’m up to my ears,
Near close to tears,
So this comment I post –
Well, the writer’s a ghost…..
Does Ken know about you?
I wonder what he would do…
Find some bubblegum to chew… Your poem made me pop! 🙂