November 28th, 2007

harp

It's a Day of Dogrel

the_gwenzilliad tells us: write in rhyme,
and so, like sheep, I find the time.
First, not to sleep, but post instead
Fighting dreamland, writing in bed
Then, blinking sand, to structure words,
My content might be for the birds,
But what's to write? Darkover was,
Cons have happened, fun just because.
Email games penned, harp played at night
Workplace no hell, breakfast sounds right.