new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Poet, do not falsely grovelYou're no foolNo toolBetter than a shovelFor cleaning out the waxUnless it be an ax
For some reason this makes me think of an old Walt Kelly bit, a satire of the Soviet Union on the moon (which is made of ice-cream) - I think it might have been in the Jack Acid Society book? Something about the meter, or the feel, or something - put me in mind of it.
Tom,Thanks for clearing my head--now I can hear the Sirens better!Peter,Pogo stick in your mind, eh?