Poems, By Rawknee

He's the model I'm made after,
Fills my heart with Merry Laughter.
Sprinkles here are my excuse,
Time delayed by thoughts profuse.

I shouldn't blog,
I feel ashamed.
Yet set and dream,
of lands unnamed.

I wish that pay for this I'd get
but no ones found a need as yet.
So off to work I sadly go,
but come back here I will you know.

Labels: Rawknee's Lament