Ten Writer's per square Mile
fiction
edward w pritchard
I stumbled on both knees into the limping writers workshop.
My aspirations flooded flatulent and my humor hardly stillborn.
Give me wa, wa, water to da, da, drench my cupidity of curiosity
and ma, ma, mana for my tepid soulless soltasity;
which affected and effected me in myriad pa, pa, pouting pom, pom-pousities.
Showing posts with label ten writers per square mile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ten writers per square mile. Show all posts
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)