Awful Poetry Returns
nay, don't dump thy gloom on healthy bloom
heed these words, feel better soon.
if all in sight is colored blight,
a bite of peyote will put things right
and if thy tastebuds have gone limp,
it's time to smoke a little hemp
yet when life's pleasures have turned to pain,
a cure's achieved with a snort of cocaine
HOWEVER
when thing's are well and truly awash,
i take a ride on Mr. Panache.
(This was an add on to some piece of really awful poetry sent to the list by Melissa as part of a guessing game. Christa)