whim

the next ten people I hear from, by email or comments here, I'll write a poem about (each) and post it here.

I feel like exercising.

of course, the last time I did this, I was accused by a bar owner of hitting on his "young girls"...what a walking rectum. Just like Mark Twain said - A bid isn't bragging when it flies. I write poetry, that makes me no better or worse than the next shambling bag of bones.

So, bring it on...