Might
Well
Ask
Why
I assume
The
Task
Of
A
Poem
Every
Other
Day,
Written
On
The
Spot
From
Whatever
I’ve
Got.
I gain
No
Fame,
Few
Know
My
Name,
But
It’s
A
Lovely
Game
To
Scatter
Words
Like
Seeds
Across
The
Page,
Trying
To
Make
A
Simple
Rhyme,
Every
Single
Time.