Category: A Writer’s Life

I picked a stickery flower From a stickery thistle. Now if I were a grown-up, I’d shake my hand and whistle. There are so many stickers That my hand is turning red. Since I haven’t learned to whistle, I guess that I’ll just cry instead.

The words you thoughtfully Put to pen, Are carefully weighed For only then. You’ll know the price You have to pay For just how much You had to say.

Dedicated to you that are writers – you will understand! I’ve finally written something, The magazine accepted. All my other efforts Had been quickly rejected. This time my writing effort, They used without restriction. It was the check I wrote them For my year’s subscription. Very few writers avoid the indignities of rejection slips. I […]

A blackbird is the worst of singers, In concerts he cannot join in. He’s ridiculed at singing contests, With his harsh voice he cannot win. A maestro wished to help the bird And purchased a violin for him. The saddened blackbird soon found out, Chance of success with it was slim. A road of cobblestones […]

As I was talking to a friend One dark and stormy gloomy night, He asked if I had ever tried To write as funny as I might. I knew this had to be something That I should never try to do. But my friend was so insistent I sat and penned a line or two. […]