Happily, I have this interlude
Most every morning just to sit and brood
And add to my accumulating batch
To see if yet another verse will hatch
Of poems for this year’s Verse Chronolog
Before it’s time to take the dogs to shog
Along their morning walk in Baldwin Park
Their always much-anticipated lark.
It suits well, then, that so pedestrian
A topic such as this should ‘scape my pen;
Tomorrow, though, may inspiration flow
Into my torpid brain so I may show
That I have something with more wit to say,
Although such inspiration failed today.